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Gang of Wildfire, Night Glow Tribe

Meo SAITO

2012.11.26 [mon] - 12.22 [sat]

I want to abandon that nest in the picture, pierce through the depths of the painting into the wilderness and lose myself in the night.
Any open field will do.
Someone's lit cigarette moves in the dark. On a bridge, a row of tail lamps brands my eyes. The wind spreads fire from the live coal in my heart. It carries a "light" that no one else could ever see. 
To experience once again such true freedom, even if only within a picture.

I want to abandon that nest in the picture, pierce through the depths of the painting into the wilderness and lose myself in the night.

Any open field will do.

Someone's lit cigarette moves in the dark. On a bridge, a row of tail lamps brands my eyes. The wind spreads fire from the live coal in my heart. It carries a "light" that no one else could ever see.

To experience once again such true freedom, even if only within a picture. 

Meo SAITO