Reality is complex.
Reality is complex. The standard sensibilities of our times are such imperfect tools for appreciating reality that the process of combining them soon degenerates into an end in itself. What should be simple and clear balloons into the complicated and impenetrable, the victim of worrisome, pitiable passion. I smile ruefully at my simplistic longing to react frankly to events as I randomly straighten up my studio.
text by tetsuya machida