I transferred onto porcelain three stories from memos written in a mixture of English and Japanese during my four and a half year stay in England.
These small fruits depicting an unripe daily life sprouting from a tree called “I” were made into objects that could be read by turning them around in one’s hands.
When I scratched the words in my own handwriting on the clay, it was too personal and hard to read. But as soon as I put the words into printed form and applied them using an overprint transfer paper, it became as if these stories might be from my own or someone else’s life.
Sunday afternoon at Casualty Department of St.Mary Hospital,Waiting for the doctor to see me.’So,you are 14 months pregnant?’ “14ヶ月の妊娠??” ‘When did you arrive at London?’ “Yesterday.” ‘Some one next to me said,’He must have 3 wives.’ The lady was wrapped by black materials.I could only see her fingers with red enameled nails.細くて長い指。おそらく妊婦の母親だろう。The nurse was trying to get hold of the doctor for her.He must be at lunch.’Oh,here he is.’ A purple T-shirts was walking towards to the casualty Dpt entrance and turned right.The nurse ran.’Bob!!I desperately need you.’ 車椅子に乗ったアラブの妊婦がうなる。黒い布に包まれた母親がKleenex Tissueを彼女に渡す。潤んだ目。となりのラテン系の女の子に”I feel like I’m not sick enough to be here.”と言おうかと思った瞬間、彼女の足元にある黒革のバッグの留め金の金色が新しすぎて話しかけるのをやめた。’Carol! Have you ordered…..’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Lovely.’妊婦を乗せて廊下をかけぬける足どりは、’この瞬間が好きだからやめられない’って言ってるみたいだ。自分の仕事に誇り、持ってるんだろうな。腹を抱えたイタリー系の小男がよく似た顔の背の高い子供連れの女に付き添われて来た。青白い顔。血の気を失った唇。
I was standing in front of a cash point at Barclays Bank near Holborn tube station.My flat was just down the street,5 minutes walk from there.Well, I started to push the buttons following instructions to draw some money.Then a lady talked to me from behind. ‘Do you know anywhere I could possibly buy a toothpaste?’I was pretty kind and told her that she could find one in a grocery shop 5 doors down and also a big drugstore next to Sainsburys supermarket near the station. She smiled and said ‘Lovely,thank you.’When I turned around and went back to my job, I found that machine ate my cash card because of the delay.’I can’ t believe it. It’s Sunday.How can I get by without any money.Bloody hell!! Why didn’t she ask someone else???Why me?’
a kiss for ‘Good night’I was tiding up my studio and found a plastic bag from a box which I haven’t opened since I was back from London in 1992.This brought me back to the time I spent in Kendal when I had a group show with the other graduates from RCA.I t was August 1992 right after our degree show.We were at a garden;I can’t remember where or what,there was a bonfire and Ed kept burning crisps packages.It was amazing to see how it was shrunk by heat.He put a plastic package at the top of a twig and kept it in the fire. It became 1/10 smaller size.He gave me the smallest artistic one. We laughed a lot.After the opening party,I went back to the Youth Hostel for sleep near the gallery.I was in girl’s dormitory.It was mid-night,someone started banging the door ,“Reico,where are you?I need to talk to you!!”I jumped up and went to the door.Ed was there ,“I just wanted to say Good night to you~~night night~~!!” God! a stupid drunk,I thought.Next morinig,I was back to London and we all knew that Ed left early morning to home somewhere north on his motorbike. 3days later,Tami called me.Ed crashed into something on a way back home and he died.This is not fair.I didn’t have a moment for him till I opened this box.I was the last one gave him a kiss for ‘Good night’.