
Artist's commentary
Chasmatis
"Hurry up, Daybit. We'll never get another chance like this!"
His breathless voice hides neither his anticipation nor his excitement as he calls out to me.
"To think the sky might clear up only for five minutes! It's like the eye of a typhoon!"
I just happened to be in the hallway when he burst out of his room. He explained the situation and then he took my hand and started to run.
A band of light streaks across the dark of space. With a satisfied grin, he watches the aurora spread over the sky. His elated thoughts and impressions were for himself, the friend next to him, and the little friend he left far behind, but never forgot.
"I'm going to see lots of beautiful things. That's why I was born."
Being born must be a metaphor for something. Perhaps his values died once but then were revived. The desire that was born at that time must be what is driving him. And once I realized that, I began to voice my own opinions.
Our conversation grew lively and we started talking about our dreams. Our methodology and philosophy differed, but neither of us rebuffed the other. We simply laughed, saying, "I hope that turns out to be true."
An astronomical observation that lasted for five minutes. In that moment, we felt like we were boys again.