“I heard the quiet dismantling sound“ is a phrase that came to my mind immediately after I returned from London to Tokyo due to the Covid-19 pandemic. During my two-week home quarantine, I was looking at satellite photographs of Antarctica to find out where the sound was output. Not long after my quarantine ended, I found a strange presence in the dry ice pieces that had fallen on the streets of Tokyo.
The irreversibility of the changing global environment, the feeling that the bloated power and community will melt away with the crackling sound of ice when it is put on whiskey, the constant world of SNS, being disconnected and connected again. For me to understand and engage with these senses, I began to melt the ice which I made at home on paper. While watching the ice slowly melt, I think of the Antarctic ice that melts without any observer.
Contradictory to my physical motivation, I can’t intervene in the process of melting ice on paper. I felt not only the frustration that I could only wait for, but also the awe for the output that I could not control. I think that the emotion itself tells the grandeur of the universe and corresponds to this world that cannot be easily controlled.
Born in Tokyo. She obtained her BA majoring in cognitive science at Keio University and studied contemporary drawing at Camberwell College of Arts. Using her drawings as the core approach, she mainly produces works that manifest overlooked marks in life by applying physical movements such as embroidery. She attempts to understand and draw out the silence of the things that such human intentions do not intervene in through a process of tracing that is distinct from the usual cognitively biased way of seeing.