2004│Acrylic, canvas│200×144.5×5cm each(Set of 2)
Hiroshima City Museum of Contemporary Art
Even as the shaking in the branches are felt, the sound of the splitting trunks is heard, and the smoke and flames advance easily through the trees, plants have no feet with which to run; even as ashes rain down like specks of dust, there are no means of protection. It must be hard to stomach at times. For example if you put your stethoscope to a trunk, you hear an ominously low, dreadful rumbling sound. The honest sentiments of an entire forest in anger.I am now under the illusion that each and every tree is listening to what I have to say. Upon setting down roots into the earth’s surface, plants cannot move their habitat for the rest of their lives, so it does not even occur to them to seek safer locations. And so when the large fern leaves swayed against each other, and a rustle came through from between them, everyone cowered in fear, in the grass. Trees are alive, like so.