Photo by Satoshi Matoba and haiku by Kuniharu Shimizu


There's a student show at the art gallery. One of the exhibits is a telephone sculpture, made up of scores of handsets connected with wire, resembling tangled spaghetti. The same space houses concerts and other kinds of exhibits. Each time an event is held, the sculpture which dominates the limited space is pushed into a corner to make room, then put back once the event is over.
This expansion and contraction occurs almost everyday, like a kind of organism. That is probably not the intended conception of the artwork, but it's that aspect which intrigues me.

midnight gallery--
a telephone sculpture
comes alive again