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Native Ground
What I depict is not simply a beautiful landscape, but rather its fracture.
In the land of Tohoku, beneath its beauty lies a long accumulation of endurance, repression, and forgotten histories.
My work is an attempt to make visible the small cracks that have formed in these layers—
and to draw out the faint traces of what seeps through them:
anger, prayer, resentment, and hope.
The West and The East
What I studied was the structure of Western painting—its forms, theories, and the construction of light and space.
But the place I have lived is filled with humid air, a world where contours blur.
I have painted while swaying between two sensibilities—East and West—
as a body that fully belongs to neither.
I value distortion over coherence, emptiness over logic, and the unfinished over completion.
Orange Skin
Violence from a distant land entered my landscape through a screen.
The man held captive shared my last name.
Dressed in orange, his image lodged itself in my vision—
in the back of a crow pecking at persimmons,
in the ashes of a fire festival,
in the everyday scenes I thought I knew.
Since then, I’ve been painting the distortion in how I see,
knowing it will never return to what it once was.
© 2019 TAKURO GOTO
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