“Art A Devil-Mirror of Heart Who are you～”
Something I don’t understand which is smoking
Is settled in my heart, sucking Life.
It always glares at me.
It is the existence that pollutes and weakens me.
It lays eggs steadily and increases.
The dark moon covers over Heart.
I advocate a tree of sacred fruits.
The fight of Heart continues.
Suddenly I find the existence of a shadow.
Art, A Devil-Mirror of Heart; Who are you～
It is the scene of the heart which can’t see the light.
I have pictured jitters, sense of loss, heart, time, life, prayer and crying….
I want you to feel a heart which believes light even in this scene.
© 中村 陽江 2001