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Birds, sing the songs of the earth, through my bones.

2015, Exhibition

Solo exhibition, installation view, Dai-ichi Life Gallery, Tokyo, Japan

Exhibition View

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  • I become a tree.

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  • "I become a tree." Photo by Hiroshi Moriya

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  • Photo by Hiroshi Moriya

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  • Photo by Serge Koutchinsky

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  • The forest makes me its seedbed.

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  • The forest makes me its seedbed.

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  • The forest eats me.

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  • The forest eats me.

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  • The forest eats me.

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      《 My life ends, and a bird comes to meet me. My body is taken apart by the bird and eaten by the forest. The forest makes me its seedbed and I become a tree. My heart is beating.》

      From -Birds, sing the songs of the Earth through my bones.-

      In the forest, trees fall down quietly, and the buds of new trees grow up on a seedbed of trees that have ended their lives. The body of an animal in the forest is eaten by other wild animals and insects, decomposed by microbes, and goes back to the soil.Human beings, like other plants and animals, also live as a link in the chain of life formed by the circle of birth and death.
      We become aware that a living body is something that transcends the self as a single part of a much larger flow.When we are able to truly imagine this cycle, then it is possible to feel everything in the whole universe--mountains, rivers, wind, fire and soil —just as if they were organs inside of our own bodies.

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