Masanori Matsuda |
My house, Suginami, Tokyo 2002
I have learned that the aboriginal word 'dream time' means not to dream,
But to 'travel' or 'live'.
In 2002, traveling through the Tohoku region, at midnight in a town I didn't know,
I wandered into the ruins of an old castle, parks and alleyways.
At the deep end of one alleyway I walked down
I found an old house that glowed gentle and solitary
And my feet naturally drew me there.
As if it had seen me, the light disappeared.
Looking up at my ceiling when I returned to Tokyo
I suddenly remembered the glow
Of the home in my mind to which I should return.
I made a model of the alleyway
And an attempt to find the lost light.