I know this is a
very rudimentary question, but why do painters paint to begin with?
I sometimes find myself wondering why for no particular reason
something, or to seek another masterpiece?
Or simply because
they are painters.
I often wonder,
but there seems to be no answer to my question, and then I stop wondering and
always try to convince myself as if I found a satisfactory answer.
touch is just too flat, too light, too gentle, and too nice.
Such paintings can
be seen everywhere now.
Some people might
consider them modern, I wonder.
Looking at them, I
feel nothing except that they somehow lack strength and leave something to be
Or is it just me
who feels this way?
And again, I start
to wonder why painters paint or whether they have any necessity of painting.
I feel that it is
Nana Tamamoto who has shown me one of the possible answers to this vague
question of mine.
For Tamamoto, to
paint is to live.
She must paint
because that’s how she maintains the balance between her body and her spirit.
Should she stop
painting, Tamamoto must stop living and soon become as if she were dead.
Heavy colors and
It is the world of
almost madness that defines her collection.
She cries out from
the bottom of her soul, and I presume such cry itself takes its form as an
artwork. I would say there are few
painters who reveal themselves with such intense passion and no hesitation,
except for Tamamoto.
No one can tell how her energy will show itself in the future, but I do
hope her work will raise the revolution in the current peace-addicted world
Curator, The Museum of Modern Art, Toyama