
Artist's commentary
The Sky on that Day
People praised me, saying my swordsmanship was without compare. I thought so too, as nobody was able to best me. They all asked me to do it because they said I was the only one who could do it, and so I wielded my sword believing that.
They all hailed me as the expert of divine punishment and threw piles of money at me, and I was ecstatic. Anyone who made fun of me before now cowered in fear and opened up the road for me whenever I passed by. That felt good. My sky was nice and clear.
But eventually, the same folks started to look at me as if I were a dog. They talked about the state of the nation and other complicated stuff to keep me out of the loop. I didn't like that one bit. My sky was nice and clear, but it had started to cloud.
Eventually I was wandering around the capital all alone. I had no money and I was hungry. Even though my sky was still clear, I didn't want to do anything. I didn't care anymore.
I don't know how and why things ended up like this. I don't know where I made any mistakes. I'm not so smart, so I must've messed up somewhere. No, I must not have made any mistakes from the start. I know I wasn't wrong when I was playing by the riverbed with my mates back in the day.
It's a splendid sky...a sky so perfectly clear.