Sometimes I wonder if abandoned places are still alive.
Not because people remain.
But because time does.
I wanted this work to feel like one of those places.
As though a fragment of the moon had been left here long enough to weather, erode, stain, and slowly become part of the earth.
An excavation site.
A fossil.
A forgotten wall.
A biological specimen.
A quiet landscape.
All existing at once.
The materials are never asked to imitate these things.
Instead, they are given the freedom to become them.
Coffee bleeds.
Joint compound cracks.
Charcoal settles into the surface.
Light alters everything, depending on where the work lives.
In Kazehanko, I do not see time as something that destroys.
I see it as another artist.
One that patiently continues the work long after I have left the studio.
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Size: 100 × 100 cm
Materials: Coffee, coffee grounds, joint compound, charcoal, gold leaf, and acrylic.
Every piece, a passing wind.
Kazehanko
