Color of the wind (in the mid stream of memory)

Corten steel, Wood, Burner

500×25×25 cm
150 kg

A wind blows gently through the precincts of Takaku shrine in Amabiki Village. It now sleeps peacefully, leaving traces of past glory. That must be a gentle wind, like one in a memory. Sometimes it is a fiercely raging wind. A wind that is moved to tears. A wind that laughs. The color of the wind of ancient times is faintly visible. The color of the wind is in the middle of a memory.