Ōsaki '19/02/09_ 13:35

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Cut out the landscape and put plenty of paint on it.

Like the act of applying cream.

The city I grew up in was a city.

There were a few factories and lots of office buildings and tower condominiums.

Until the house sleeps...

Kill time in the waiting space inside the building

I used to walk around the city a lot

The scenery of the city as if they were playing with building blocks,

While looking at the square lights of the building, I felt the presence of people, and I was relieved.

How many people were born in this city?

Is this really a cold city?

The shape that unfolds in the city, the signs of unknown people, and my feelings

It became thick paint,

They overlap and form layers.

The cream-like paint exceeds the frame of the canvas,

repeated over and over again,

Paints that have oxidized and become hard

It's like they stand on their own with just paint.

The paint that sticks out becomes a new relationship,

I'm going to get rid of the defined wrinkles on the canvas.

When I look at the picture hanging on the wall,

It feels like a patchwork of buildings and concrete

It was built right in front of me.