"Pocket" Hiromu Aono October 2010, 10 - October 25, 2010
The exhibition "Pocket" will be held.
Venue: Art Gallery T+
Date: December 2010, 10 - January 25, 2010
Exhibitor:
Hiromu Aono (2nd year, Western Painting major, School of Art and Design)
A story about thoughts lurking in the corners of our hearts.
An exhibition of illustrations and picture books, mainly pastel paintings.
T+review
The sense of relief you get when you warm milk, let it cool a little, and then put it in your mouth when it's at a temperature that won't burn you. Or the feeling that permeates your body when you chew your porridge well and swallow it slowly when you have a cold. When I saw it, I was overcome by a feeling that spread across my mind, gently enveloping it and protecting it.
"How cute!" I thought to myself as a child, and would have continued to stretch out those breasts indefinitely.
Tickle The purity of the characters and the purity of the characters that the characters themselves cannot accept as they have grown up, thinking, "It's too warm, it's scary!", coexisted in harmony in the same space. Even without a single word written on the canvas, which is decorated with a smoky dry ice effect, each viewer will try to spin their own story.My lazy brain, which feels like it erases the same amount of memory every time I learn something new, was trying to remember something in my pocket full of dreams. When and where did I experience this kind of feeling? That's right. A picture book about a hedgehog or a mole that I opened almost every day. It may have been a picture book with a slightly unique smell rather than a pure and truly universally recognized cuteness. But when I think about it, I feel that the afterimage of that picture book that I opened every now and then still influences the things I like and choose. I loved the screen with the bright red poppy flowers and pastel-like green lined up next to each other. I'm sure everyone has sentimental memories similar to mine. At that time, I never thought that the day would come when I would know the process of making a book like the one I hold in my hands. In fact, right in front of me are brand new picture books and pictures that could become picture books, created by adults who are artists. The forward movement of imagination and the backward movement of nostalgia are in a comfortable balance within me.
Shaking U.Aono's mailbox for conveying feelings may seem like a dream, but it is a gamble. If you are free to write anything you like and post it in an unmonitored mailbox, you can imagine that not only happy words will be collected. However, strangely enough, perhaps as a hint from the polar bear that appears to be a delivery man painted on the mailbox, nine times out of ten, a touching message will be received. To beloved family and lovers, and to the future
Vibrant Towards a world that is even a pinpoint better than the present. Perhaps because the news is full of stories of the opposite kind every day, stimulating the five senses, transparent fairies gleefully jump out of my eyes when I come into contact with the warmth peeking out from the small pockets of each person, either on the surface or deep within. (Mariko Tsuji)
