I visited the exhibition of Sophie Calle, a
French contemporary artist, at the city museum.
The exhibition began with following words.
“J’ai rencontré des gens qui sont nés
aveugles. Qui n’ont jamais vu. Je leur ai demandé quelle rest pour eux l’image
de la beauté.”
I couldn’t understand at all, but there was
a Japanese translation of it. It said: “ I met people who were born blind. They’ve
never seen. I asked them what their image of beauty is .”
The artist revealed the blind person’s
image of beauty with lyrical photographs and their own word.
Dozens of photographs and words were on the
wall in a large white room quietly.
Seeing the photographs made me imagine what
they think of beauty.
They mentioned swimming fish, sculptures, the
fur of wildcat, the view of a cliff, and others. Each person had their own each
image.
I felt very peculiar imagining beauty without
colors or brightness through seeing photographs.
There were very few people in the room. I
looked at each photograph for a while.
Before I entered the museum, I noticed I
had the pamphlet of Sophie Calle’s exhibition in my bag. I didn’t understand
why I had it because I had not gone to the museum yet. But the pamphlet showed
it was Sophie Calle’s exhibition in 2013. In that morning, by pure accident, I
had grabbed the bag that contained the pamphlet
printed 2 years ago.
*thanks クリスタル*

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