Two o'clock afternoon at the hill, on a windy winter day.
2001 Exhibition “Homesickness Of Daylight”
Kasugai City Culture Forum / Aichi, Japan
2002 Solo exhibition “Stories of Two Roooms”
Contemporary Art Factory / Tokyo
"Two o'clock afternoon at the hill, on a windy winter day"
The reality we cannot reach or thevortual image we can reach, you can see here. The reality, like a dream or the dream, like a reality. Which is the place where time disappeared into? The rays of the winter afternoon sun at about2pm, always let me trip into the inexplicable oblivion for an instant. What reminds in my mind is only a sentimental feeling. When I try to assemble images coming from the feeling, I realize that the humorous factor in my family's life appeared to surface unexpectedly, although my family lived so eagerly and seriously. Our life could be such like, may we know.
Give a bitter smile with love for any past and reality of our own life. Hold our head and say optimistically, "Well, it all up with me!" when we have a hard time. The ray of the afternoon sun stream in all the time and everywhere do flatly.
The small room is surrounded by external bookshelves of my family. When we look at someone's bookshelf, we always imagine his or her personal life. The personal bookshelf is like a portrait of someone. In several places amongst the bookcase, there are several small windows. We can look into the room which is like a someone’s living room, decorated with portraits of my parents wearing yellow jumpers and sunglasses. However, visitors cannot enter the room. The external bookcases represent invisible portraits and the inside of the room represents unrealistic portraits as well.