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The title was not decided until shortly before the exhibition. There
were some installations, videos, and pictures in this exhibition as
well.
What is <Sata Air waTer Air>?
It is the work about my private and personal trauma. I still have a
scar on my right arm from the burn caused by hot water when I
was two. After the accident, I could not straighten my right arm,
so I had to go through certain inconvenience like eating with my
left hand. I am okay now but was afraid of the water for a long
time perhaps because of that memory. When I was a child, I was so
afraid of water that I even fainted just by looking at it in the public
bathroom. When I traveled to the beach with my friends in my
mid-twenties, I felt the water touching up to my ankle by chance
and experienced the fear of the water going away in that instant
moment. It is also the work in the sense that the boundaries of
fear settled over a series of objects for long period of time, and
can be resolved in only a few seconds. This work was not intended
SATA debris-clock digital print 5x5inch 2017 to contain any specific messages. I was just working based on my
story, but after the exhibition, many people empathized
pleted, it was fun because everything was integrated and eventually I understand that your work <SaTARK> has collected
was made into my time. many topics since the exhibition. What interpretation can
The work of the title <SaTARIT> is unique. What kind of we have since it has the story of the experience we may
work is it? have once or twice when we were children.
The exhibition title 'SaTARLIT' come from the combination of I was away from home and lived with my grandmother's when I
STARLIT (starlight) + sata (my nickname) = SaTARLIT. It means 'to was in elementary school. At that time, I bought seven chicks in
play together in the starlight'. There isn’t really anything profound front of a school and raised them. I pampered them enough to
in it. It is a title that I have named because I played with stars. One sleep in the cage with them sometimes. I came home one day,
late night, it was very late that I was not so certain whether if I when the chick grew to some extent and was about to become
could catch the last bus or not. Without giving too much thought, a chicken, and I found the cage was empty. My grandmother said
taking a tripod and a camera, I went out and got off from the bus that the weasel had got them all, but that night, the chicken stir fry
to a park. It was a park with a gym and quite a big parking lot. I dish was on the table. I could not eat anything or go to school for
just sat at the bench with blank minded, not knowing what to do. a couple of days. I felt guilty that I could not protect my chicks
But, in one moment, it felt like I was at a stage in an outer space. and that did not watch them until they became adult chickens.
I set up the tripod and started to take pictures so focused that I <SaTARK> can be considered as a ritual for dead chickens, not
almost fell myself in the ecstatic stage. I do not review what I have fully matured. The work contains playing from the first moment
photographed right after return. A week or so later, as I looked at with chicks till the loss and missing them until now with memories
the pictures taken at that time, I found the scenes and pictures that I feared to trace back. I was not able to eat chicken until I was
appeared to be happy. Since then I have been looking for similar twenty-six years old until I ate them by an accident, not realizing
places and playing alone simultaneously as I was taking pictures. what I had were the chickens. This incident made me realize how

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