"My Heart is Tissue Paper" Haruna Wada October 2010, 10 - October 4, 2010
Venue: Art Gallery T+
Date: December 2010, 10 - January 4, 2010
Exhibitor:
Haruna Wada (2nd year, School of Art and Design)
Installation about me
T+review
Honest and straightforward. I was taught to be that way when I was a child, and I thought I should be that way, and I still think that way. However, as we grow up, we are tempted little by little by something invisible to deceive ourselves, to lie if we can, to make up a picture of ourselves that is not our true selves to those around us, and to not think about things that are ambiguous or have no answer. We acquire the ability to deal with situations well. In order to become a respectable (as they say) adult who can do everything well, we must flexibly change ourselves to suit the time, place, and environment. This exhibition confronts us with the troublesome topic of facing our inner selves and being conscious of how others see us, which we tend to forget. Tissue Paper, in the closed space of a white cube, told me of the existence of a girl with a whimsical and straightforward heart.
The question of what kind of person I should be is always haunting me like a demon, often taking me from the flower garden of daily joy to the wasteland of sorrow. However, when I looked at the work in which Wada likens his mind to tissues, the tissue paper like a dove blowing lightly, or rather riding the wind, one after another, I found a sense of peace and balance in my own heart. Wada's heart, which discovered itself influenced by others, swept away by the atmosphere of the place, and overwhelmed by small things, does not say that it likes or dislikes this, but drifts here and there as it is, spending precious time where it arrives, and when the right wind blows, it moves to another place. Wherever it visits, it is familiar to everyone and used in various ways. It is a very funny and ubiquitous thing, but it is a precious existence that we would be in trouble if it did not exist.
Tissue paper is soft and gently touches our skin, but at the same time, the material itself is delicate and in a sense fragile. And yet, sometimes it is piled up in layers, sometimes rolled up into a paper string, and it is not just on the surface, but is actually strong and sturdy. Perhaps these properties of tissue paper also apply to the girl. It was a refreshing space that stimulated the imagination in this way. (Tsuji Mariko)
