Nahoshi Tanaka Solo Exhibition: “Ask the Cicada’s Shed Skin Where to Go”October 28, 2026 (Wed) – January 26, 2027 (Tue)
An art wall held in conjunction with the “Different Kyomachibori Art Fair,” an annual event in Osaka’s Nishi Ward creative district. Works by up-and-coming creators will adorn the top floor of the much-talked-about landmark tower, “Yodoyabashi Station One.”
As one of the artists selected for the 5th edition, we are hosting a solo exhibition by Nanase Tanaka, who participated in last year’s “Different Kyomachibori Art Fair.”
Tanaka’s practice centers on drawing and collage. She cuts, pastes, and connects fragments of words scattered around her own body. Please enjoy her powerful works, created by securing these elements with wood glue and cellophane tape.
All exhibited works will be available for purchase online.
<Gallery Information>
different ART GALLERY YODOYABASHI
Venue: Yodoyabashi Station One, 30th Floor (3-6-22 Kitahama, Chuo-ku, Osaka City, Osaka Prefecture)
Hours: 10:00 AM – 11:00 PM | Free admission
Organized and Produced by: Different Kyomachibori Art Fair Executive Committee / Chigunitta Co., Ltd. / ZIZO Co., Ltd.
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本展は、ドローイング＋コラージュによる近年制作した未発表の「貼絵」を中心に構成しています。
自分の肉体周辺に散らかっている言葉の断片を、切貼りする。何を描いたか？など、とっくに忘れているドローイングを破れば、新たなイメージの発動が転・転・転。役目を終えた物として気にも止まらないであろう物。これから創造脱皮へと繋がる物体にしか思えてならない物。発色全開の色紙など既に危なっかしい匂いがプンプンしている紙片を繋ぎ合わす。木工用ボンドとセロテープが肉体の想いを定着させ彼は歓喜する。ズレにズレ倒した断片風景を、田園で戯れるシラサギの背に巻き付け、現在の制作拠点とする玉県から、昨年参加した「京町堀アートフェア2025」を経て「淀屋橋」の上空に飛来させる。己の行き先なら、蝉の抜け殻に聞け。発する言語なら、極めて冷静な風景を語る炎天下のイマジネーション。彼の姿をしたシルエットが、花の歌を口ずさむ粗悪な純度を保つ。君は生き者として愛情を持ち、表現者としてこの世界に中指を立て続ける勇気はあるか、、、？ 彼の頭上に落下したカリンの実が、耳元で囁く。
Nahoshi Tanaka
Born in Tokyo in 1977. An artist whose practice centers on drawing and collage.
Nahoshi Tanaka focuses his work on drawing and collage on paper.
<Artist Statement>
All that lives must perish; all who meet must part. The sensation of reality lies within the act of creation. On convenient, bustling main streets
where crowds of people pass by, there is nothing. Only a sense of emptiness pervades. It is precisely in realms unseen by human eyes that something radiant
exists, and the man walks, lured by the tracks and scent of a stray dog. It’s as if he were inside a loooong, loooong tunnel,
with fear, anxiety, curiosity, and a playful spirit on either side, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling with no clear destination in sight.
Once the signs of confusion come into view, words are unnecessary. Just look at your own face. An expression of joy marks the hour.
“Ahhh, I’m just so sick of this already,” you might grumble. If so, ask the white heron soaring high
above. Ask the frog you bump into on the street under the blazing sun. Ask the snake that wrapped its freedom
around the wire mesh and vanished. Ask the lizard that just finished painting the exterior of its home.
Ask the dog’s tail, where rain is now falling on a mood that was sunny just a moment ago. Pretending that the umbrella is
useless, it shyly begins to forecast tomorrow. I have absolutely no expectations
for a bright, “tomorrow-like” tomorrow, but the quince fruits in the garden are growing vigorously. Apparently, they seem to enjoy
a man’s soliloquy. The shape of the fruit resembles the man’s misshapen head; the two have come together,
playing as they compare the weight of their brains. The contest has already been decided. The man’s brain is a void. The medlar fruit is a
world of boundless expanse. After a parched gust of wind blew in between reality and imagination, “Jump-Out-Caution-kun”
failed to make the curve on the county road and plowed into the flowers in the plastic greenhouse. Looking back on the creative process from the dual perspectives of
incident and accident, I see myself—with a face as if I’d suddenly come to my senses—
skipping for joy. A world where no one can keep up with a man. When we sprinkle stars over flowers and bones and use up every moment of our lives,
a path of unwavering integrity will surely emerge. If so, let us live this moment as “living beings,” with a wild,
unadulterated intensity. From the broom grass dancing in the sky, I hear a jarring poem:
“Be Creative!”
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