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-". Another day, I saw my mother drying laundry on the balcony from a dimly lit room. I felt peace and happiness, the next moment I was filled with sorrow. Understanding that all things are ephemeral and questioning whether the memories people have are really only for them connect to KIRIMUKAURI. I assume everyone has these questions, more or less. My hope is that my works act as an aid in connecting individual memories or vague memories, as a kind of a device.
rudimentary and trivial documentary of everyday life by rumi fukumoto.