[Daily / Off-Record Exhibition Linked Project] Toshiyuki Kajioka Text Sketch
■ Toshuyuki KAJIOKA
The silver light that shines in the jet-black matiere The silver light that shines. The first Japanese painting installation in the "Daily Life /" series.
■ Sentence sketch by Toshiyuki Kajioka
On my way home at dusk, when I sit by the water and look at the indefinite surface of the water, I feel that my body gradually becomes a part of the scenery.
As the sun hides in the mountains and the temperature around them begins to drop, my existence forgets to maintain its shape and blends into the landscape and disappears.
In the darkness, in fear and relief, you will feel nostalgic and the surrounding space will expand infinitely.
Dark cold at nightIn my mind
When I sit on the riverside and keep an eye on the flow of darkness,
In front of you, a black wave with loneliness appears from the darkness and disappears into the darkness.
It took the day away from me,
I will leave the peace of the night.
In the cold air of the darkness, it returns to silence with the surface of the water.
The surface of the water that sinks in the darkness breaks the connection with the surface layer and directs consciousness inward.
The inward consciousness melts the shell as the water surface fluctuates.
Losing the shell, in the darkness that cannot be seen or heard, he becomes one with everything in the outside world and returns to silence.
The water surface of my hometown, which is my original landscape. The uncertain light and the darkness of the surface of the water seem to indicate the ephemeral nature of living, as the lights of the town on the opposite bank sway and sway on the surface of the water.
In the dark cold air of the night, when you sit on the riverside and keep an eye on the flow of darkness, a black wave with loneliness appears from the darkness and disappears into the darkness.
It takes the day away from me and leaves the peace of the night.
Looking at the vortex that appears and disappears under the influence of the flow at the riverside,
I feel like I've touched on things that are made up of all relationships.
The surface of the river mouth at night when it swells quietly, seawater and freshwater mix, increasing the density of the swell and leading to deep darkness.
The time when everything stops moving. On the shores of the dam lake, the tension seems to have entered the gap of timeThe air was flowing. At that time, I fell out of the flow of time and entered a space with no past or future, and was struck by the feeling that my body felt everything in the world.
By the pond, where I could feel the slight waves moving in the dark, I felt that the gentle, uniform waves that spun time were constantly whispering quietly toward me.
Various things influence each other, become intertwined, move, and form the moment. That shape can only exist then.