Installation view of 《Pastry Pillow》 © WWNN

Artist’s Note
Days layered upon days in order to reach an ideal painting

When I rest my head on a pillow, I often feel as though the pillow has become some kind of portal, connecting me to a certain moment in a dream from the past. Like in the Netflix series Black Mirror, where placing a patch behind the ear makes one teleport into virtual reality, when I open my eyes I return to reality, and when I place my head on the pillow again, I connect to another moment.

Like a book with folded corners here and there, underlined passages, and Post-its stuck all over it, or like a drawing book swollen to bursting after absorbing countless images, afterimages of memory are stacked layer by layer inside the pillow and at some point unfold like a landscape.

Between each of these pages are weak and soft gaps that leak out and slip away, as well as their own layers of air. Jokes and playfulness that quietly and continually rise in the mind, unknowable guilt or regret, wandering feelings of futility, moments of joy, thoughts of the past, and the distant vagueness of the future are embedded layer upon layer in the present moments.

When I imagine the pillow of a time in the distant future when I will no longer be able to get out of bed, I often think it may be a portal made of countless pages like the strata of the Grand Canyon, or a pastry thoroughly soaked in a swamp.

My recent works reflect much of my daily routine. I am unfolding in painting the masses of time that repeat and repeat, yet move forward. Previously, I sensed time as a sequence of moments, but these days I have gradually come to see time as a mass, and this sense of time is also connected to the way I handle painting. Rather than fleeting instants, I am paying attention to things that repeat, recur, and overlap.

Where I live, there are wetlands, an ecological park, and a small mountain, so there are many migratory birds and animals. As I walk around the neighborhood every day and closely observe the movements and processions of nearby animals, birds, and insects, I often feel that they are not so different from, or are deeply connected to, human ecology.

They are the protagonists of my recent work, and I am creating another story structure by coloring the time of everyday life that I experience and observe as a painter, and by rearranging on the picture plane the animals and still lifes I observe every day.

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