Mana Umezawa exhibition
“Sea of Thought”
When I kneaded the galaxies in the universe, they became one wriggling creature and crawled through the world.
What does the shining luster, dull glowing saliva, and sticky illumination reflect?
Which is the heaviness that seems to be moving and approaching at any moment, and which is being felt by countless tentacles?
The sensation of being invaded, clearly recognized as a foreign object, just drifting away.