She whispers in my ear in a small voice, as if someone was listening from the front side. When I remember this it seems strange, but that smell comes back to me. When I hear it with my ear, I smell it through my nose. A smell like burning rubber, like a shiso leaf. When I remember her voice, that smell comes back again.

1994Acrylic, canvas220×180×8cm
Mitaka City Gallery of Art

She whispers in my ear in a small voice, as if someone was listening from the front side. When I remember this it seems strange, but that smell comes back to me. When I hear it with my ear, I smell it through my nose. A smell like burning rubber, like a shiso leaf. When I remember her voice, that smell comes back again.

1994Acrylic, canvas220×180×8cm
Mitaka City Gallery of Art