It was in the winter of 2004. I was a student of art school and have been working on a serious project named “The Travel of Pebbles”, which was about the national anthem of Japan and the painting. For this project I picked up various things on the beach. Among them there were the driftwoods. Without any meaning, I moved them from the beach located straight on the East from my workshop, to release them to the beach straight on the South from my workshop.
Fifteen years later at the beginning of 2019, to edit a book about “The Travel of Pebbles”, I looked for the full name of the supervisor of the project and happened to know that he was died about one year ago.
He, still lives in my memories, was an another humorous professor who creates strange artworks and who highly influenced me even his seminar was very short and intensive.
I decided to create, in stead of the book of pebbles, something about the mean-less travel, the laugh, the time we spent with the driftwoods, and the time passed from then.