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Midori Sato Solo Exhibition「Flower Gazing」- A little message from the artist When I gaze ﬂowers, I suddenly feel as if I make eye contact with them.
Being enticed by enchanting scent, the color beauty and complex shapeof the ﬂowers, I approach them so close enough that my cheek could
touch. The closer I get to them, their outlines are getting hazier, and myfocus turn toward their texture and colors. The moist texture of petals,
purple blending into yellow, red and pink blending together. Not onlythat but I bathed in many more colors, the petals turn into matières
and the colors in my mind.
Then, the various colors appear in the closet as transparent dresses
bringing breeze and light. The ﬂuttering dresses be meshed together
with the ﬂowers swaying in the wind.
Midori Sato

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Midori Sato Solo Exhibition「Flower Gazing」- A little message from the curator Upon opening the door of a white house on the hill, ﬂowers are everywhere andhand-stitched curtains sway in the soft sunlight.
Fruits are placed on beautiful glassware on the table, seasonal ﬂowers bloom andrustle in the breeze in the garden and tea for tea break in the afternoon is ready on asmall table in the corner of the garden.
In Midori Sato's studio, there is a view which could be seen in her work.
There are quite a few artists who reﬂect their personal live in their work, but in Sato'scase, it seems as if she lives inside her works as the scenery of her real life itself iscomposed in a painterly way.
Watching her works, I feel as if I could have sympathy for what she was feeling, what
her life was like, what places she visited and what she loved, before and after theexhibition.
ʻBy the way, where is your closet?ʼ I asked her excitedly in her studio, said her ʻThat
does not exist. It's just my dream. My closet is small, actuallyʼ.
It sounded very interesting for me.
For most people, the works depicting closet may come to mind by hearing her name,
Midori Sato. I remember that it was only a couple of years ago that ﬂowers suddenly
appeared in the wardrobe and began to blend in with the dress.
Her garden is ﬁlled with seasonal ﬂowers carefully grown and the vases placedaround the house are arranged with hand-picked ﬂowers from her garden, which also
appear in her artworks. She mentioned that it was the ﬂowers harvested from thegarden that ﬁrst blended into the closet in her pieces in her own text for theexhibition held in a few years ago.
As she is a person who owns a lot of clothes, the many beautiful dresses, and ofcourse the ﬂowers in her garden make up her immediate world. The closet that is not
an objective reality becomes a fusion point, and they are gradually transformed
beyond being ﬂowers and dresses, and appear in her paintings as beautiful colours,
lines and matières, seemingly becoming more and more abstract.
I have yet to witness another moment when a work becoming so beautifully abstract.
Just as Richter has moved back and forth between photography and painting, andjust as Pollock was drawn to the unconscious that emerges in paintings, I am gazing
her journey as if I am being shown how one artist is climbing on the path toward thehigher.
SCÈNENanako Yamamoto