My art explores about "time", "memory", and "memory reconstruction". I began questioning these concepts at age of 6. One night when my mother came to check on me, she found me shedding tears quietly, she asked why. "Where did Rumi come from and where am I going? I can't sleep at night when I think about it." One of the things that the question got into shape is "ieji -on a way home-". Also another day, I was seeing my mother drying laundry on the balcony from a dimly lit room. At that time I felt peace and happiness, and the next moment sorrow roll on. The experience of feeling that all things are ephemeral, became questioning where do memories come from? whether the memories people have are really only for them? and connect to KIRIMUKAURI series. I assume everyone has these questions, more or less. My hope is that my works act as an aid in connecting memories as a kind of a device.
rudimentary and trivial documentary of everyday life by rumi fukumoto.