Colors in Memories
物理的に感じる色もあるが、記憶に残っている色というのもある。
ぼくの育った桐生市は織物の街であった。
いつもどこからか機織りの音が聞こえていたような記憶がある。
家のすぐ裏には染め物工場があり、その敷地内に染め上がったばかりの綺麗な糸の束が干されていた。
鮮やかな色の糸束の輪が竹竿の間に渡され、その下には原色のトンネルが出来ていた。
そのトンネルを走り抜ける時に見上げた、陽の光が糸を通して輝く様子は今でも鮮明に覚えている。
Not only there are colors you feel physically, but also there are colors remain in your memories.
The town I grew up in Japan was famous for Kimono industry.
It seemed that I could hear the sound of weaving from elsewhere in the town all the time.
There was a dyeing factory right behind my house, and there were always freshly dyed bunches of threads being dried in their yard.
The threads were neatly placed between bamboo sticks and it created tunnels of the primary colors.
I still remember clearly the way sunlight came through the beautifully colored threads as I run through those tunnels.
Detail from "Globule"
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ぼくの育った桐生市は織物の街であった。
いつもどこからか機織りの音が聞こえていたような記憶がある。
家のすぐ裏には染め物工場があり、その敷地内に染め上がったばかりの綺麗な糸の束が干されていた。
鮮やかな色の糸束の輪が竹竿の間に渡され、その下には原色のトンネルが出来ていた。
そのトンネルを走り抜ける時に見上げた、陽の光が糸を通して輝く様子は今でも鮮明に覚えている。
Not only there are colors you feel physically, but also there are colors remain in your memories.
The town I grew up in Japan was famous for Kimono industry.
It seemed that I could hear the sound of weaving from elsewhere in the town all the time.
There was a dyeing factory right behind my house, and there were always freshly dyed bunches of threads being dried in their yard.
The threads were neatly placed between bamboo sticks and it created tunnels of the primary colors.
I still remember clearly the way sunlight came through the beautifully colored threads as I run through those tunnels.
Detail from "Globule"
