ONIMUSHI’s dreams


[90-120]x[90-120]x[50-60](h)cm x6pieces

There was a women working on turning over the soil. Asked what she was doing she said “ONIMUSHI”.
“ONIMUSHI?” Peeping into a bucket standing nearby, I saw a pile of the pale, translucent larvae of stag beetles.
I was shocked for a moment. It was an erotic image, like the genitals of adolescent boys.
Places where fallen leaves pile up are, for these larvae, like a warm and comfortable bed.
That incident provided the motif for my current piece of work.
“O-NI MU-SHI” sounds like “the devil bugs”.