Pink Quarry

Where a mountainside collapses and exposes the bare earth—that is a "wound" of the land. When I look at badlands, with their weathered rock faces lined up like saw teeth, or open-pit quarries, I feel as if the exposed "entrails" of the Earth have appeared right before my eyes. Beneath our feet, a colossal living organism breathes in silence.

I paint this earth in neon pink. While it evokes life, like human skin or internal organs, this artificial color also sharpens the contrast with modern life, which plays out on flat surfaces without ever feeling the vitality of the earth.

The pink stones I create from polymer clay are fragments of that giant living being. A single stone picked up by chance on a riverbank was born, if we trace its origin, from a massive bedrock. By tracing back from these pink stones, we are reminded that we live on a giant living organism—a pink planet.