text for Vertical River

Vertical River

As for the action itself becoming one genre, sculptures and paintings stand on the same horizon. Are ‘sculptors’ and ‘painters’ a type of artisans profession, do they have a possibility to subvert, on the brink of defeat, the art scenario that comes by a retroactive artist inhibition?

“Vertical River” does an overturning such a symmetry story.
Artist’s strategy with taking the position between a sculptor and a painter should be over. In a word, “Vertical River” is beginning of the struggle and the resistance to a genre. The artists heave up “Vertical River” to press forward a discourse which has been trailed in only about mediums and styles.

In his drawing “Nude Seen From Behind, Arms Raised”(n.d), Auguste Rodin’s frameworks engage with paper work and sculpture to depict a dystopian world being developed.

Yein lee’s work, an organism, is more inorganic than apparatus. The stuffed creatures also come back like zombies not to accept any identity other than ‘being’. Just like the sculptor Matthew Monahan who mentioned “iconography images of the disaster”, stereotype corpses and bronze statues are mingled.

She deliberately internalizes a body of a painter, anyhow accomplishing her appropriate persona as a painter and the traces of painter figure. Such methods with her physicality lead a critic to a natural awareness of her entering point to art as a painter.

The statue looks like it is crying in the rain. Our hypocrisy slightly brings such a silent narrative. Her work dissolves our artificial imagination. The fragments do not try to reunion anymore, just floating on the water.

Steps go fast, the elevator is just a right size for the sculpture and the members who adopt to carry it. Shuvo Rafiqul ’s “Transport” (2019) is a foremost work of his new series.
There is nothing to vain in the draft that collapses and builds again. It can be destroyed, because we have already an innovated upshot once. All his decisions address a respect to an artist’ limitation. Lives die after they born.Concurrently,artworks would have been transported-displayed-preserved, for example Kurt Schwitters(1887- 1948) innovated “Merzbau”(1933) which no longer exists. However, “Transport” is here, involving some stabilities by attempting reconstructions. In order to be autonomous as a sculpture, it ought to fulfill the role of an architect.

The artist’s autonomy also helps to carry this work to “Vertical River”. A city is an over-all of paintings when flying birds look down at. “Transport” has an interactive relationship with the city, so it’s a transformational white lines and gaps between sites from the sky.

His work turns audience into witnesses, in doing so it preserves the situation itself by capturing an act of tightening and building. Artists and museums function as travelers.
Audience is educated to enjoy an invisible situation. However, “Transport” continues being as a sculpture.

Fragments of black-and-white images, like bullets left on the wall, are the evidence that we stay in the ruin, as we try to keep away from the drama in the museum.

Rini Mitra‘s five drawings “black line”(2019) consist of white cardboards. It is a minimal gesture with a simple outline to build up circumstances that bodies and objects are interconnected. And the lines are likely floating from the paper, as a string is laid. The lines are trying to connect to the next room.
It reminds us of Julian Schnabel’s “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly”(2007). A main character communicates only through blinks because of his Jean-Dominique Bauby locked-in syndrome.

He has been trapped in his body as a container. We assume our subjectivity only exists in our body, but her work suggests that ourselves are drifting in our environment. She expands her realization through her artist body.

Rini Mitra collects a light refracted through every angle to design a solid figure. Her gaze, as an apparatus, scans a situation. Her practice presents the equality of body and humanity.

Jakob Kolb achieves the rituals that objects and materials narrate, to overcome a rational dichotomy. Mimesis gets entangled with his concept. There are his flourish ways of breaking, dissolving and tearing, which are construction/deconstruction in a way. The fragments scatter from high and low, stepping from an image of organic and inorganic across a stream.

Kanako Tada’s “daily necessities”(2019) embodies an intersectional exchange between art and decoration.
Her idea is fundamental; daily tools or ready-mades come up to art, vise-versa art turns into a daily or environmental decoration. Rather, such an exchange is a natural liquidity. “daily necessities” draws her experience as a painter, making her represent how we treat ego which belongs to our labor, ideality, and absent/present.
There are two organizations: pieces of mosaic in front of the sink; pieces on the wall in the exhibition space. They are subtly looking around, breathing, and coexisting with all the artworks in the space.


text and curated by Kanako Tada


reference: https://tadakanako.net/vertical-river/

drive in a stake for a remembrance


water, changes color with the weight of the leaves


like an ant fighting with a rotten fruit


poetry for “daily necessities”(2019)


text for DAS JUB JUB,Salzburg5020,2018

My )works are horizontal and universal. They are actions for being 清濁(sei-daku) meaning purely and turbid at once.


2. (My) works are talkative rather than idiolect, like a busy stanza.


——21.oct.2018, text for DAS JUB JUB at Salzburg5020

text for organized screening Maiko Jinushi “A New Experience of Love”(2016),”The Sound of a Horse Approaching”(2014)

When people start to know Maiko Jinushi, they find her comfortable. And at the same time, they also feel struck by her keenness she is trying to shoot through. I feel taut when noticing the uncertainties of her quality in which she adapted to grow with the sensitivity she has towards the world.

I also am a person that gets such impressions from her, that’s why I cherish her friendship.

The characters that appear in her video work, they hesitate or lose their words but try to lead an answer to her questions with their dialogue.

I hurt too, through feeling for them as they catch the tension, try to believe her, and try to read her words.

But in fact you only have a critical sensation if you want to love someone. Maiko tells this through her shooting.

And the most important thing I need to tell you. She tries to scoop up the potential to want to be involved, to fathom out, which is their strength.

——text by Kanako Tada


organized screening for  Maiko Jinushi “A New Experience of Love”(2016),”The Sound of a Horse Approaching”(2014)
December 12, 2017 (tue) 19:00 – 21:00










About “blink”



“Hand” is a symbol of anonymity and identified.

Of course how treat to kind of identity is definitely unavoidable theme for art works.

Therefore when I start to make some portraits, inadvertently try to erase (instead of express) to any categorize (skin color, eyes and clothes…)



One Japanese philosopher says,

“ We are people first, and a nation second.”




“Hand” contains some specific things plus it tries to tell us about a hand owner.

Treating “ hand” is tantalizing…!   Well….. it is not directly way to expression, I know.

Therefore I make sense to this way: how to use “hand”.



13rd. July.2017

song for tomorrow


A trans-discursive,


mutual understanding with you


That’s what I want


But they dismiss it as “emotion,”


while their only way is to get themselves wet


Such idiots


“Even if you pretend to be hurt,


if your standing up again is real,


that’s great”


“If you can’t feel any respect for me,


I’m OK with you leaving”



To be selected out of many,


you must follow certain tips


“I said ‘it’s alright,’ and held you tight,


but why are you still ignoring me?”



If you can‘t take it, just flee from me


Hearing you say so,


I only feel I should love you more deeply


That’s so mean!


Touch, touch, touch


Void, void, void



It’s like while your heart rejects the conservative,


you end up finding yourself right there


“Having killed the father,


I slept with the mother”



“Arguably, it’s just the beginning”



“Having killed the sister,


I slept with the brother”




Even altogether, those books lined on the shelf before you


can’t match what I’ll show you now


——quote from “song for tomorrow”

English translation: Yuki Okumura with Greg Wilcox




A child of the entire world

99% and 100% are very different.

52% and 48% clearly are.

The same with 38% and 42%. So how about 21% and 20%?



To say who is wrong.

To say who is right.

Such talk is truly nonsense.


Are you still repeating it?

As if performing a score written by some foolish leader?!



I’m giving birth to a child soon.

It’s a bastard child.

A child of the entire world


So which one is right?

That’s something you decide, please.


Someone will surely point out that I’m selling my own monologue.

Even I am very aware that I am.


To use what was received

To take what was given.



Naturally you will ask,

“So that’s your modus operandi?”

“Yes, I possess nothing which cannot be seen.”


The act of existing in this world is a kind of violence

It is clear to me that as an existence that lives I have responsibility.

That said, I am certain that I still have a desire to live.

An easy narcissist.



Female friends who keep getting more beautiful

and older male acquaintances who never age.


If in the end, if anger and sadness end up being collected by someone

We might as well say everything truthfully.



But I still have a desire to be liked.

And a desire for sexual love!



My embrace of the world is not a marriage that I have committed to.

It is something else, something more

I believe.

What it is, I still don’t know.



Inside a treasure chest made of dozens of layers of flesh-colored fat

are a voice and an earring.

An earring that pierced my ear when I was a first-year middle school student.

It has been an emptiness there from my 13th year till now.



This year I am finally ready for all the world’s languages to become bilingual

and for my pictures painted solely with stolen sights and sounds to invite no ridicule regardless of how exposed I am.


A serious audience is the only thing in front of me now.


——quote from “A child of the entire world”

English translation Norman Chan



「得た手はずっと伸び続けて、時々はそれを自分で切り落とさなくてはならない。 だけどもしその義務を一日だけ忘れたとして、 傷んだ右手から新しい手が生えているのを見つけることができたら。」