[Daily Life/Off the Record Exhibition Linked Project] Toshiyuki Kajioka Text Sketch

■ Toshuyuki KAJIOKA
Silver light shining on the jet-black material.A silver light shining brightly. This is the first Japanese painting installation in the "Nichijou/" series.

■ Text sketch by Toshiyuki Kajioka
 
As I sit by the water on my usual way home at dusk, looking at the shapeless surface of the water, I feel as if my body gradually becomes a part of the scenery.
 
As the sun disappears behind the mountains and the temperature begins to drop, my existence forgets to maintain its shape and disappears, blending into the local landscape.
 
In the darkness of the night, amidst fear and relief, you are enveloped in something nostalgic, and a feeling arises as if the space around you is expanding into infinity.
 
In the dark cold air of the night,
As I sat by the river and gazed at the dark current,
In front of my eyes, black waves filled with loneliness
It appears from the darkness and disappears into the darkness.
 
It took away the day from me,
I will leave you with the peace of the night.
 
 
In the cold air of the night, I become one with the surface of the water and return to silence.
 
 
The surface of the water, sinking into darkness, cuts off the connection with the surface and forces consciousness to turn inward.
The inward consciousness dissolves the shell along with the fluctuation of the water surface.
Having lost my shell, I return to silence, becoming one with everything in the outside world in the darkness where I can neither see nor hear.
 
 
The water surface of my hometown, which is my original landscape. The lights of the town on the opposite shore flicker endlessly on the water's surface, and the uncertain light and darkness on the water's surface seem to speak of the transience of life.
 
As I sat by the riverside in the dark cold air of the night and gazed at the dark current, I saw a lonely black wave floating in front of me.
It appears from the darkness and disappears into the darkness.
It takes away the day from me and leaves me with the peace of night.
 
 
As I watched the whirlpools appear and disappear under the influence of the current at the riverside,
I feel like I touched on the fact that things are made up of relationships.
 
 
The surface of the estuary at night gently undulates, as seawater and freshwater mix, increasing the density of the swells and plunging you into deep darkness.
 
 
The time when everything stops moving. Along the shore of the dam lake, there was a tense atmosphere that felt like we had stepped into a gap in time. At that moment, I felt as if I had fallen out of the flow of time and entered a space with no past or future, as if my body was feeling everything in the world.
 
 
On the shore of the pond in the darkness, I could feel the slight movement of waves, and it felt like the gentle, even waves spinning out time were whispering quietly to me.
 
 
Various things influence each other, intertwine, move, and form a moment. That form can only exist for that moment.