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[WALLFLOWER CATALOGUE] FILE 010. “Rain dog”/ “UTOUTO Fumi Yanagimoto small print collection”
The touch of precious memories that come to mind
I moved to Matsumoto from Yokohama, where I had lived for many years.
A while later, on a rainy day, I found out that a bookstore I had been interested in was holding an exhibition of Yanagimoto Fumiko's works, so I decided to go for a walk and check it out.
In the exhibition space at the back of Hon Nakagawa, which was renovated from an old private home, Yanagimoto's prints are quietly lined up in antique frames. The sound of the rain outside, the creaking of the floorboards, and the occasional cat's voice (there was a rescued cat in the shop at the time) all seemed to linger outside the world of the artwork.
The print collection "UTOUTO," which includes the works on display, is a beautiful book that itself is a work of art.
By moving back and forth between the title and the print, placed on the left and right sides of the spread, one senses that there is more time present than the moment captured in the painting.
Shiny. Rough. Soft. Cool. Warm.
Wind, rain, light. Sometime ago. At that time.
Me. That girl.
In the color and texture of the paper. In the placement of the letters. In the vibrant crimson of the endpapers and floral fabric, the tactile sensation of memories is discovered.
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The other book, "A RAIN DOG," was published before the print collection, but it is as if the blank spaces in "UTOUTO" have been woven together into a story.
A young man holding a dog tenderly turns over the impressive cover to find the old dog's poetic, pure and philosophical monologue, written in a matter-of-fact manner. He finds a smell and texture that he too remembers somewhere, and confirms the sensation in his mind as if ruminating.
This will be a special book for those who have a special attachment to rain, and for those who have (had) important companions such as dogs, cats, and birds.
I also had a cat named Coco who lived with me for about 19 years. She spent most of her time on my lap, and in the winter we shared the warmth of a red lap blanket.
I think I will continue to embrace the touch of memories that continue to exist in her absence.
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Text and photos: fumika arasawa
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