Mar. 23 in 2009: I called to mind a kitten that had been run over by a car. It resembled a gnarled white knot. I scooped it up, covering it with a cloth, and buried it in the earth.
From then on I could not stop thinking about it, concerned that the cloth, if chemically impregnated, would preserve the state of that gnarled white knot; or else permit it to slowly decay. Though I did not exhume it, I still think of it. I think that the role of Art is to reveal the disintegration and to see the distorted space of those fluctuations.
＜Text from The 1st Tokorozawa Biennial of Contemporary Art SIDING RAIL ROAD 2009＞