幼い頃に触れてきた、田圃の周囲に生きる命のかたちを彫刻にしている。

 

人よりもずいぶんと小さい姿をしていて、何処にでもいる普通の生物だ。けれど、太古から現在までを生き延びてきた力強さがある。

 

日本の風土が育み、長い時間の中で生と死を延々と繰り返しながら継承されて来た、理想的な姿に見える。

 

夏の夜、蛙の鳴き声を聞くと、「千年以上前の人たちと同じ声を聞いている」と思えて楽しい。

想像も及ばないような長い時間の連なりの中に私も生きていると感じられる。

 

ある「かたち」が続いて来た時間の長さを思うとき、自分の小ささを考える。

 

「私」は蛙よりも小さいのかもしれない。

 

 田村 崇

(2014年 個展 -畦道=(  )=ユートピア- に寄せて)

 

I carve the forms of lives that I have come into contact with growing up around the paddy fields.

 

They are ordinary creatures that you can find anywhere, with figures much smaller than humans.

However, what they have is the strength that has allowed them to survive from ancient times to this day.

They are ideal forms that have been nurtured by the climate of Japan and inherited through the endless cycle of life and death over the ages.

 

On summer nights, whenever I hear frogs croaking, it is fun to think that I am listening to the same sounds that people did over a thousand years ago.

It feels as though I am living in the midst of an unimaginably long sequence of time.

 

Whenever I think about the length of time a certain “form” has continued, I realise how tiny I really am.

 

Perhaps “I” am even smaller than a frog.

 

TAMURA Takashi

(for Solo Show  -AZEMICHI=(  )=UTOPIA- in 2014)

 

 


故郷の畦道を歩くと、さまざまな生きものの瑞々しさがあったことを改めて知る。

草陰の蛙。稲穂の上を飛ぶ雀。田圃の向こうには猫。畔に巣食う鼠。水路に潜む水棲生物。10代のころには、見向きもしなかった。

 

3年前、京都で開いた個展に寄せた短い文章に、「夏の夜、蛙の鳴き声を聞くと、『千年以上前の人たちと同じ声を聞いている』と思えて楽しい。」と書いた。はるか昔の無名の人たちも私と同じように、小さな生きものたちの声に季節を感じたり、彼らの意外な野生に驚いたり、気ままさに癒されたりしたのだろうか。

蛙の声などをきっかけにして、遠くの時代を生きた人の心と私の心とがわずかでも触れあうことができたのだとしたら、その不思議さがたまらなく嬉しい。

時の隔たりの向こうにいた人が身近に感じられるし、さまざまな命が積み重なり続けて来た時間の果てしなさも実感する。

 

無限の時の流れと比べるならば、いま、存在している全てのものが小さな粒のようなものだ。私も傍らの生物たちも、一つひとつの大きさに違いはあるけれど、粒だ。

 

確かな手触りがある。

 

それらのかけがえのない小さなものたちを身近さゆえに見過ごさないように、野を彩る生命の一つひとつとして、きらきらと粒立たせたい。

 

田村 崇

(2017年 個展-野の粒たち- に寄せて)

 

Whenever I walk along the paths between the rice paddies in my hometown,

I am reminded of the vibrancy of the various creatures that I come across.

Frogs hiding in the grass. Sparrows flying above the rice paddies. Cats on the opposite bank. Mice nesting along the path. Aquatic creatures living in the waterways.

 

I did not even notice them in my teens.

 

Three years ago, in a short comment for a solo exhibition in Kyoto, I wrote, “On summer nights, whenever I hear frogs croaking, it is fun to think that I am listening to the same sounds that people did over a thousand years ago.” Did the people of old feel the changes of the seasons by listening to the small creatures, be surprised by their unexpectedly wild state, or be healed by their free-spirited way of life, just like I did?

 

If my heart could commune with that of a person living in the distant past, however little, through the croaking of frogs, I will be incredibly delighted by the mystery of it all.

 

I could feel closer to people beyond the wall of time, and understand the eternity of time that various lives have spent coming and going.

 

Compared to the endless flow of time, everything that is in existence at this present moment is but a small grain. Regardless of the difference in sizes between myself and the creatures around me, we are all nothing more than grains.

 

There is a definite feel to it.

 

I want to enable each of these irreplaceable small creatures that adorns the fields to become brilliantly unique grains, so that we do not overlook them due to their closeness to our daily lives.

 

TAMURA Takashi

(for Solo Show -Grains of the Field- in 2017)