I am waiting.
The event happened that day, the moment coming down suddenly from nowhere.
I was certainly there. I smelled it and heard the sound.
There was the flavor too. I felt, met, and the memories were born.
I am waiting.
I am imagining tomorrow, thinking of these things and those things, waiting for a glimpse of tomorrow that I forget soon, pops like a bubble and comes right back again.
Even though it would not be like that, the unknown memory inside my imagination that appears every day.
I am waiting.
Waiting with my paint brush in hand.
Waiting for all the memories of the past and future to come down and be born.
Looking at the accumulating paintings
Just like I remember the memory I almost forgot
I really was waiting for today.
Just wanted to feel the present moment I live with my memory even just for a bit.
The present moment that is between the past and future is the shortest yet strongest.
The past and future are also my today.
I memorize the present I grabbed, trying not to let it go away.
Aki KONDO, August 2018