再生紙のカルマ / Karma for recycled paper
2019
Installation
目の前には黒い布。
そこには可燃の文字。
その上からステンシルされたRecyclable の文字。
そして足元に広がる灰の海と白い紙の山。
あらゆる紙はいつか燃えて灰となる運命のもとに存在する。
世界中で山のように紙が生まれては消費されて、粉々にされて、
再び紙として生まれ、何度も死んで、最後は燃やされて、灰になる。
紙はものすごい速さで輪廻転生を繰り返している。
紙は細胞のメタファーだ。
何度も生まれて死んで分解されて、分裂して再生産される。
紙の山は人の体で、灰の海は再生出来ずに排泄された古い細胞を表している。
黒い布に書かれた可燃の文字は細胞である紙が最期を迎える、即ち自死を暗示し、
その上に吹かれたRecycleの文字はそれを否定し、尚も生き続けるという意思を表現している。
一方で、可燃の文字は殴り書かれたような直情的な書き方がされているのに対して、
Recycle の文字は機械的な複製可能な文字で書かれている。
それは感情を理性で抑えているとも、個人の感覚を社会の規範で押さえつけているとも捉えら
れるだろう。
私とは何だろうか、私を構成しているのは何だろうかということをしばしば考える。
文学的にはいろいろな答えがあるのかもしれないが、
生物的な一つの答えは細胞から成り立っている、だ。
私たちは細胞からできている。そして、それは日々死に、分裂して再生する。
私は常に同じではなく、常に死に、常に生まれている。
だから、モノを消費しないと生きていけない。
そうして紙をリサイクルする。
これは、紙の輪廻に思いを馳せるための作品である。
Black cloth in front of you.
The word Flammable is written on it.
The word Recyclable is stenciled on top of it.
And a sea of ash and a pile of white paper spread out at your feet.
All paper is destined to burn and turn to ash one day.
All over the world, mountains of paper are born, consumed, shattered and
It is born again as paper, dies many times, and is finally burnt and turned into ashes.
The paper repeats reincarnation at a very fast pace.
Paper is a metaphor for the cell.
It is born, dies, decomposes, divides and reproduces many times.
The pile of paper represents the human body, while the sea of ash represents old cells that cannot reproduce and are excreted.
The combustible words on the black cloth suggest the end of the paper as a cell, i.e. suicide.
The word Recycle, blown over it, denies this and expresses the will to continue living.
On the other hand, the word combustible is written in a direct, bludgeoning style, whereas the word Recycle is written in a mechanical style.
The letters Recycle are written in mechanical, replicable characters.
This can be seen as either the suppression of emotion by reason or the suppression of individual feelings by social norms.
What am I?
I often wonder what I am and what constitutes me.
There may be many literary answers to this question.
One biological answer is: that I am made up of cells.
We are made up of cells. And it dies, divides and regenerates every day.
I am not always the same, I am always dying and always being born.
So, I cannot live without consuming things.
That is how I recycle paper.
This is a work to contemplate the reincarnation of paper.
The word Flammable is written on it.
The word Recyclable is stenciled on top of it.
And a sea of ash and a pile of white paper spread out at your feet.
All paper is destined to burn and turn to ash one day.
All over the world, mountains of paper are born, consumed, shattered and
It is born again as paper, dies many times, and is finally burnt and turned into ashes.
The paper repeats reincarnation at a very fast pace.
Paper is a metaphor for the cell.
It is born, dies, decomposes, divides and reproduces many times.
The pile of paper represents the human body, while the sea of ash represents old cells that cannot reproduce and are excreted.
The combustible words on the black cloth suggest the end of the paper as a cell, i.e. suicide.
The word Recycle, blown over it, denies this and expresses the will to continue living.
On the other hand, the word combustible is written in a direct, bludgeoning style, whereas the word Recycle is written in a mechanical style.
The letters Recycle are written in mechanical, replicable characters.
This can be seen as either the suppression of emotion by reason or the suppression of individual feelings by social norms.
What am I?
I often wonder what I am and what constitutes me.
There may be many literary answers to this question.
One biological answer is: that I am made up of cells.
We are made up of cells. And it dies, divides and regenerates every day.
I am not always the same, I am always dying and always being born.
So, I cannot live without consuming things.
That is how I recycle paper.
This is a work to contemplate the reincarnation of paper.
(Machine Translated)