Hoe, Hoe, Hoe!

Burrowing a wad of paper was cut finely. Space emerges and stands there, unawares, "the paper as" artificial elements is missing, and feel the wonder of comfort. Once one man would think of what life was thus, "dig" from the act itself, "fundamental / primitive" notice that stir the memories.

Of comfort in this is really where they come from. Memories of distant ancestors lived in the land is protected by robust? At or a little familiar, what with the memories of when he was in the mother's womb? What we in the first place, if at the time were "of comfort," or feel?

This work Takahiko 莇 stem rice nectar, and Hiroaki Watanabe and co-production work.

2007
Installation

Photo Gallery