Working near the marsh recently inspired me to make a piece recalling water. While making it, I came to feel that I was sculpting an image of myself. I tried to open a window to my heart, for a better view.
The festival drew nearer.
Under a big zelkova tree, guardian dogs emerged from the woods as if to participate by guarding the shrine and the mountain.
Various guardian dogs were playing around that tree.
Then maybe we should get them to help pulling the festival float.
I tried placed guardian dogs by a lonely-looking shrine, taking a hint from the English letters "U" and "N".
It feels something like "this shrine is under our protection".
In many ways people can be performing some kind of act of austerity. Indian ascetics, monks and the like are famous for that, but perhaps giving up drinking or stop smoking are other forms of austerity. I gave form to the image of people who recited sutras in front of my house when I was a child, and who now stand in front of stations and similar places for their austere devotions.
What was your feeling on seeing this work,
inspired by lavishly blossoming flowers that have withstood wind and rain,
and even the strong sun and heat of the tropics?