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Painting: ink on rice paper – 135x70cm

A ritual:


Every year at down

men climb the rocks down to the beach

wearing loincloths, silver hats and breastplates...

...One has brought a chicken,

the others gather around him...

...Facing the ocean,

the man waves the chicken in the air,

tracing a circle, like the sun coming out...

...Then he slits the chicken's throat.

The blood fills a bowl on the stones

where they each dip a finger...

...And go look along the water for a wet stone

where to leave an imprint.


They sing in unison

prayers for the return of the flying fish,

while standing along the shoreline

they offer to the fish as a lure painted red."