: Atsuko Yamagata

Memories are the lifeblood of the human experience. Underneath hollow skeletons of flesh and bone, memories animate the soul. It is the driving force of the living. It creates identity, transforms experience, shifts perspective, and influences choice. It is both cause and effect. But despite its power, memory is not immune to the limitations of this temporal plane.

Memory is delicate. It blurs as it accumulates. It fades as time passes. Fragile and fleeting, it carries within its wisp a quality that’s both elusive yet unyielding. It stains itself on the threads of our history, yet all stains fade over time. But despite this natural tendency, we grasp for remembrance. We document moments, create landmarks, and leave clues, all in the hopes that we never forget.

In Remembrance, Atsuko Yamagata delves into the country’s tumultuous past and gives breath to a relic and life to a memory. Unprejudiced by emotion, she dives headfirst into retrospect. With an artifact that symbolizes an era of oppression, she takes it apart and weaves it together to create a keyhole into the past. She manipulates material and transforms it into a living, breathing organism. It moves into our consciousness and makes itself known. Remembrance, at it’s very core, is an act of preservation. In Remembrance, Atsuko makes witnesses of us all.