Yesterday's Ghost










There are times when, after hearing a story or urban legend about a certain place, its landscape,  saturated with the traces of the past, is no longer experienced in the same way, and I sense heretofore unnoticed presences. The unreachable past is like a ghost that has yet to take shape. 

Some works, like “Zakuro,” are based on the residential housing built above World War II-era ceramic grenades that are still buried in the ground, undetonated. Others, such as “Drift," are drawn from the experience of watching shipping containers traveling to and from the coast along with the countless pieces of pottery that drift to shore. Recent works have alsoincluded a focus on the Ogasawara (or Bonin) Islands, today a popular Japanese tourist destination popularly dubbed “Minami-no-Rakuen” (trans. Paradise of the South) but with a traumatic and rapidly-fading past of American military control — a past that I myself, as a Japanese tourist, attempt to grapple with.  


Derived from my lack of firsthand experiences with these phenomena, my artistic practice considers the glimpses of the ghosts of the past that we can bear witness to in a particular place and time.