HAJIME KIMURA _ SNOWFLAKES DOG MAN (SIGNED)
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1 rue des Minimes
1 Rue des Minimes
75003 Paris
France
HAJIME KIMURA
SNOWFLAKES DOG MAN
Published by CEIBA, 2019
Size (big) 18.2x24.6x1.5cm, (small) 19.3x13x1.5cm, (Box) 19.4x38.4x2.3cm
Pages (big) 150 pages, (small) 72 pages
Images (big)122pics (small)90pics
Language English
Limited edition of 450 copies
Signed by the artist
Good Condition
"An album takes me here, far, far away, I never ever know.
One snowy day I took a walk with a black dog which my father used to have.
I just followed him as he led. We came by a path vanishing into rice fields. As soon as I released his leash, he ran away into the snow, like a jet melting into the white canvas. I didn't know the path he and my father had walked many times. Some memories with my family were fading away since the last relative, my father, passed away. I was not getting along with my family, so I stayed away from them. When I was back home, he was about to die. After a while, I found a family album on his shelf. With those pictures, I ended up realizing that some memories couldn't come to me, even what happened a few years ago. Day by day I wanted to know more about them, especially about my father. So I decided to visit the places he had been to. Some of them were from the album, the others were from my memories. In order to recreate and fill in my blank space even though it was not the truth.
The jet didn't come back.
I followed his steps again, slowly, just slowly." Artist's statement
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“An album takes me here, far, very far, I never know.
One snowy day I went for a walk with a black dog my father used to have.
I just followed him as he led. We arrived by a path that disappeared into the rice fields. As soon as I released his leash, he ran away into the snow, like a jet blending into the white canvas. I didn't know the path that he and my father had traveled many times. Some memories with my family were fading since my father passed away. I didn't get along with my family, so I stayed away from them. When I came home, he was about to die. After a while, I found a family album on his shelf. With those photos, I finally realized that some memories couldn't come to me, even what happened a few years ago. Day after day, I wanted to know more about them, especially my father. So I decided to visit the places he had been. Some of them were from the album, the others from my memories. In order to recreate and fill my empty space even if it wasn't the truth.
The jet did not return.
I followed his steps again, slowly, just slowly."
Artist Statement