THE GOD OF THUNDER, 2015a/w, 648mm(repeat) x 1150mm , inkjet print on wool/nylon etamine
The check pattern can be compared to everlastingly straightforward highways.
Threatening clouds cover the heavens, lightning streaks across the sky. A thunder rumbles and a storm comes.
After the storm, the fresh smell of grass makes her recall something in sepia; she remembers a dream she had in her childhood, a dream she was about to forget for a long time.
格子に見立てた、果てしなく真っ直ぐに続くハイウェイ。
突然垂れ込める暗雲、轟く雷鳴と稲妻、激しい嵐。
雨上がりの草の匂い。
セピア色によみがえる幼い頃の夢。 今はもう忘れかけていた夢。