Thank you for putting this video out! I have been on the fence about buying it due to i was unsure of the scope of images. This video has made me certain to place my order now. Excellent work and congratulations!
Wow! Such tenderness and devotion, a demonstration of the beautiful Japanese concept of Geido, "the way of art," or "the way of the craft," where the way something is made is as important, if not more, as the final result. Love.
This is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I love Rinko Kawauchi's works, but I didn't know about this one. Every single detail, the effort put into these pieces of artwork... this is pure love
I'd like to understand why she made a sequence comprised of the crimson brutality of the death of the deer with the more serene and cerulean composition. Is it to draw some sort of contrast?
Blood is basically water, that's a scientific material truth. We humans are mammals, therefore share with the rest of mammals our warm blood. That is: we, humans and deers, share the analytical category set up by biology "mammals". That's a scientific abstract truth. In pigment colour theory there are 3 primary colours: Cian, Yellow, Magenta. Cian and Magenta are respective tones of "Blue" and "Red". Blue and Red are primary complementary colours out of which one contructs "Purple", a secondary colour. Gradation between Yelow and Red is comprised by Ocres and Oranges: warm colours. Gradation between Yellow and Blue with greens and purples: cold colours. That is a material and anstract scientific truth, rounded with a perceptive one that seems to over all acuretelly describe our “tonal-temperamental” perception of colours. The body of a deer abandoned in the side of a road, and the violent splash of blood tells you he was not preyed for his meat, but accidentally killed by a driver, a human one. From a close-up of the body, to the abstract energy of the blood splash on the road, toa general sight of the event, the photographs slightly change your perspective and attention. The shift in the sequence portrays a human arm, the nivean skin under which veins full of warm blood sustain life, droping what might be read a a water drop, perhaps a blood drop, perhaps a tear, a vital excrecency of a material and emotional condition over the lake in which life itself anciently developed, creating a ripple that will eventually hit the ground, and shake the trees and the buildings, shaking of leaves and dreams out of them, blowing in the sky, conflating the clouds until the rain falls over the lake again, and perhaps a deer and his family come near by to drink, again. The shift from the warm red of his blood to the cold blue of the lake is a symbol for his life extinguishing, and the ripples of the human presence on the surface of the lake one for the resonant sorrow for a loss that we as living creatures share. A visual poem the meaningful depths of which now we share.
