The work of Aoi Kotsuhiroi is nothing short of incredible. The dramatic pieces she creates are like a primal approach to the body and how it’s viewed. Her wearable sculptures bring about a sense of being bound by the materials of the Earth. Even then these pieces are more than that. We spoke to Aoi about this, here’s what she had to say…

The sky refused to tell anything anymore… Stones clung to the road seeking a tomorrow to see a little further.

Parked in front of the supermarket, I watched the silent back and forth of merchandise. Rotten fruits were falling from car trunks, that dull sound spreading over the ground and then, my vision blurs, I close my eyes to memories.

I walked in silence, my hands rubbing that worthless wall, refusal in my fingers as a choice, I went through.

I was on the other side, as if in balance. A rain of hesitation hit my face, like an awakening to keep me from sinking. I wanted to see the distance standing straight, strolling to the smile of the day. I slammed the door, started the car, my bare feet slipped on the pedals, I had left outside what I didn’t want.

The road, flooded with habits, turned its back on me. In this indifference, I waited.

Close to me, she was sleeping in the delicacy of slumber, after this long turn, her face had changed. Lying down, she let herself be carried away.

She wanted to breathe feelings, she described how beautiful it was. She talked to me about the instinct for feeling with her body, forgetting this form of reason, she continued like that, speaking about the instant.

Close to me, she was sleeping in the delicacy of slumber, after this long turn, her face had changed. Lying down, she let herself be carried away.

She wanted to breathe feelings, she described how beautiful it was. She talked to me about the instinct for feeling with her body, forgetting this form of reason, she continued like that, speaking about the instant.

She wanted to make moments that did not exist, a sort of relationship, images that made her happy.

She kept her objects close, they were her precious writing. She talked to me about her body that was changing, when in her nakedness wearing her objects, she felt her own gestures differently, she was light, her outlook found a balance.

I slowed down and opened the window, I needed air and her.

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