Climax at 29

I was dead.
The rebirth comes in hard times.
Times of pure violent beauty.
Reborn to create over and over...
Stand up when you loose...
Lost in translation...
Suddenly I wake up and saw strangers looking down...
Stand up, strangers might smile and hold your hand...
For a while...
Meanwhile I see that death is a master for creation.
Lonely with nature...
Feeling divinity around...
Keeping on believing...
Fighting death trough living...
Smiling back in the darkness.

L.A. 2010
The graphic design of Yokoo Tadanori