I love what's going on inside Toshio Saeki's skull.
It speaks to me in a voice smoother than amniotic fluid.
His surreal, erotic scenarios, which are laced with sadness and melancholy, explore the abyss of desire...
...and its discreet joys.
A stabbed Teddy Bear caught in a siege.
A couple who have come to an "understanding".
Saeki's extraordinary work confronts us with the undeniable truth...
...that our desires define our individuality.
Breakfast this morning was the usual: Oatmeal with almond milk for the belly, and Saeki for the eyes.