《Between Surface and Dimension》
Yuki MATSUEDA has finally arrived.
Over a decade ago, at an art fair curated by a Japanese friend, I came across a work that truly moved me—a piece in which the egg yolk appeared to jump right out of its shell. In that instant, I decided to bring it home.
Since then, from being his fan to collaborating with him, I’ve witnessed over ten springs, summers, autumns, and winters, yet his works remain boundary-breaking and forward-looking, always sparking new ideas. In his artistic world, you can be as free as you once were—no pandering, no compromising, and unburdened by society’s constraints—retaining a youthful spirit.
Autumn is my favorite season. Due to nearly full bookings, we have waited two or three years for this exhibition. I look forward to the new and playful works that will be unveiled this time.
This year, the Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded to a Korean author, Han Kang. The coincidence of her name with the river running through Seoul felt surprising yet fitting. After walking nearly 20,000 steps around New York to locate her books, I found that all copies of The Vegetarian, Human Acts, The White Book, and others were sold out citywide. It led me to reflect on why I only took an interest in her after she won the prize, as so many others do.
