Lunami Gallery, Tokyo
| Walking around an area that I have selected( this is often practised for my work), I pick up some wastes coming in sight to use them as materials for my works. We could call them “Memory chips" because they have secretly in themselves traces and incidents( of the past )in the field.
I cannot but feel that the space perceptions accumulated in my body, interacting with thosefound objects, proliferate just as cells do, whereas reality, which has been considered definite, is gradually dissolved into ambiguity.
Wandering on the surface named reality through the firld work in modern cities, I should
like to put myself in the meshes of multiple meanings and images hidden behind it. (Nov,1984.)