Even if they repeatedly pound a blazing rag on my back in rapid-fire succession, my hands are frozen, and I can barely move my fingers. Or it could be that because I hadn’t done anything in so long, my body had been absorbed into an object. My skin swells up purple, and does not go away from there.
1994│Plaster / Bronze│40×50×50cm
Collection of the Artist / The Museum of Modern Art, Toyama