Shigeko Hirakawa

Shigeko Hirakawa's text, April 1997,
published in the catalogue of the "Mont-de-Marsan Sculpture" exhibition

The river is flowing down


On the opposite bank, its glittering waters cut across the heart of the city, the lime-trees girdling its course in green clumps.
A few months ago my father left us: it was the first time I saw someone dying. You get a strange feeling when you become aware that what you had been waiting for, looking closely at his face was, in fact, his last breath. His heavy lids, covering his sunken eyes, had already ceased beating, like those of the dead corpse on the photography. The oncoming death everyone expected, had suddenly occurred on a clear morning, after a long night's watch.
And simultaneously, the universe around him had collapsed: All the links, all the things related to my father, thus cut off from their vital roots, were untied and strewn around. Lying deep in the memories of those he had left behind, they are now hidden in darkness mostly.
How violent the sudden absence of a severed life! Our relatives were deeply moved on becoming conscious that death can leave such a void in this world.
While the things of the outer world only reveal its void and absurdity, this mere gathering of inconsistent elements, death reminds us that its reality lies in this very emptiness. On the other hand, all those sparse elements tend to show that the existence of our inner self and the unity of its universe are linked to our lives. Does that mean that there lies the secret of life whose existence depends on our awareness of death?
Under the real-life lime-trees, I recall memories lying deep within me, with tree stumps hidden among them: I expect their organic reality will conjure up a new space filling up the void of non-existence. Strangely enough, we are dealing with a work of art which is only a parody of life, filling the gaps and piecing together what had been left over. In other words, it might well be a new family tree taking is roots in the awareness of the world as it is, in its non-existence, disintegration and blankness, thus revealing the understanding.
What gives birth to conscience is this work which consists in revealing the space limited by the understanding.

Shigeko HIRAKAWA
April 1997