Minoru Hotta

Innumerable pieces become one, and the aggregate also functions as a single piece. There is no beginning or end, no direction, no size, no number, and no color. There is no concept.

I feel it through the existence of myself. And I use a tool called “artificiality” to try to cut out a fragment of it and use that to make something concrete. This attempt will never be truly finished.

However, by continuing to perform and refine that action, I can keep believing that I am myself.