Suiyoubaion

水溶媒音

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よく知っている底から水面を見上げ
知らない水平線を思い浮かべず
音の届く先まで睡り
どこかの花を想う
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これは「海」をモチーフにした作品の一部です。
遠く離れた世界のことを簡単に知ることができるようになった今だけど、どれだけ本当のことを見ることができるのだろうか。様々な海から眺める水平線の先は、想像するにはあまりにも遠い。情報の濁流の中で、隠れているものについては十分にわからないまま、次の流れに飲み込まれていく。自分が立っている海の底にも、人の目に触れない流れがきっとたくさんある。潜ってみないとわからないことだらけで、本当は、何も知ってなんかいない。それでも、絶えず変化している不確かの中で、通り過ぎることのできない違和感を見つめながら想像する。

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Look up at the surface water from the bottom in the sea you are familiar with.
We cannot recall the unknown horizon.
Sleep towards the point of sound reaches.
We feel and sense the flower is blooming in somewhere else.
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'Suiyoubaion' is a solo portion from the larger piece “Sea.” While information on faraway places is now readily available, how well are we really able to see the truth of it all? The horizon is visible from so many different seas, yet too far away to imagine what lies beyond it. In the muddy stream of information, we are swallowed by the next stream without knowing what is hidden and invisible. There must be countless invisible flows even in the depths of the sea where I now stand. The only way to find out is to go into the water —overwhelmed by the abstruse, the truth is we know absolutely nothing at all. Still, in the ever-changing uncertainties, we imagine while staring at a sense of incongruity that cannot be passed.

The title 'Suiyoubaion' is some elements.
水 sui：water, sea
水溶 suiyou：Water-soluble
溶媒 youbai：solvent
音 on：sound
倍(媒)音 baion：harmonics

The Internet has made it possible for us to see a lot of news from countries far away from Japan. Much information approaches us through the internet. However, it is not possible to know everything because the information is only a handful of it. I feel nevertheless we assume that we understand.
And SNS is a speed like a muddy stream, the topic changes when the heat awakens, and it seems that the truth does not matter.(I live in Japan, I can't understand another country but about Japan.)
The current of the seafloor is hard to see. I wanted to imagine the root of the things, not just the surface, so I created this work.
The world is constantly changing, infecting, possessing, rotting, producing. Fluid and uncertain. I hope that we can witness the moment when the movement of the body responds to the senses, not the meaning or story.