"Walking Home" Azusa Yamakoshi Monday, December 2012, 12 - Friday, December 10, 2012
Venue: Art Gallery T+
Date: April 2012, 12 (Monday) - April 10, 2012 (Friday)
Exhibitor: Azusa Yamakoshi (2nd year, Composition Major)
I walk from school to home.
You may meet someone you know along the way, or you may not.
Either way, I want to eat some hot food when I get home.Twitter: @aruite_kaeru
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Upon entering the gallery, which was covered in black curtains, I heard the sound of footsteps. On the wall in front of me, a video of changing photographs of a road was projected. A caption at the gallery entrance explained that the work depicted the artist's walk from Tsukuba University to his home in Gunma. It said that the distance was 112km and that it took 23 and a half hours (not including breaks).
Projected into the dimly lit gallery by a projector are photographs of back alleys in the daytime that I passed on my way home, and roads with cars driving by at night. As I watched the images, I was suddenly reminded of my time walking to and from school in elementary school. It made me feel somehow nostalgic. The audio playing at the same time recorded a variety of sounds in addition to footsteps. The sound of cars driving down the road. Music playing inside a supermarket. The school bell. The sound of a train running, along with the warning bell at a railroad crossing. Occasionally, you can hear conversations with people you've met. The person speaking in an accented voice has the artist repeatedly asking them to repeat themselves.
A long piece of text is written vertically on a panel on the wall of the gallery, telling the story of the walk home.
The viewer reads it, moving bit by bit from left to right, and I continue reading, imagining how difficult it must have been to walk from here to her house.Why does the author walk?
When you walk, the scenery flows by slowly and you notice things you wouldn't normally notice.
Connect with strangers in strange places.
It seems like she enjoys these chance encounters.
As the scenes described in the text approached places the author was familiar with, I felt an indescribable sense of relief.
When the scenery of the road she has been walking down coincides with her own memories, she is reminded of vague memories.
The church you attended as a child, the dentist's sign, the route to school...
I walk, reminiscing about the things and people I met at that time and place.Reminiscence - Nostalgia
I think back to the past. My childhood memories are vague, but they surely make me feel sweet and happy. I'm sure she took one step at a time on her journey to her home in the present, as if picking up something she had almost forgotten. (Takahashi Wakana)
