It was a small show place, but it seemed as if I could see the heat overflowed the

hall.
Visitors, the gallery’s staffs, my works and me, all aroused a whirl of excitement.

I held the exhibition in Tokyo after four years’ interval. During that I had had

various experiences.

At the exhibition in Okayama I had first been told that something like a gold dust

appeared on my palm that I put close to a painting.
Then I started this blog.

After that I have had some shows, and this time I could first see people who read

my blog and visited my show.

It was a happy time.

It was not especially taken up this time that something like a gold dust comes out,

but I can mostly tell who can enjoy this brief happening.
So I informed such people about this.

Two middle-edged women enjoyed most.
When I was talking with them, an elderly man spoke to me from behind; “Something

appears?”
(He is not of that type, I think.)

I said to him, “Try it yourself.”
“I don’t do it. If such a thing happened, I would wonder what a life I have had.”

It does not concern this exhibition, but I wrote to a person in the art world before,

“My works are now out of fine art,” intending to express in my blog they are

no longer applied within former fine art.
Then he said, “Art is an expression of individuals. You can not show it in galleries if

it is not art.”

But in my heart …

Whether you are pleased or regard it as worthless, appreciate or not, admire or

deny, the history of human fine art, I believe, has already progressed and can not

be turned back.

I can recall Mishima Yukio, famous Japanese novelist, once said, “Humans are born

weak and cannot live without righteousness.

A baby is not usually left crying in Japan.
Mother’s affection penetrates into our heart if not in our memory.

I suppose righteousness may be formed while one makes up for unhappiness by

affection which is imagined through a greater existence when one is left crying

alone without enjoying mother’s love, and ‘personality’ will also be generated

when you are inquired how you deal with righteousness.

Mishima Yukio was not brought up by his mother.

When art once came to be declared as a personal expression in the West, I think,

it is not a matter of an imitation of masters or examples, but it does not mean

‘a God’s expression.’ and personality was regarded as an existence that is

backed by righteousness equivalent to God.

I quoted from a blog, ‘ My brother can talk with God.’
It is telling:
A man is originally ‘a dreg’ and not a man until he comes across a woman. On the

other hand, a woman is originally ‘a sea,’ and the first sea is a mother. When a

man tries to stake his life on guarding a woman who reminds him of the same sea,

he can grow into a true man …

A soldier of the suicide squad who survived WWII told me young soldiers who lost

their lives in training died crying ‘Mom.’

There seems to have been ‘no righteousness’, nor ‘personality.’
Today this is also the same case with this country.

When you watch a large painting, I request you not to stand apart, but to stand at

intervals of 2 feet, at which your eyesight covers the whole picture.
I want you to have an image that you are inside the picture.
Something like a glittering thing as a gold dust comes to appear on the palm when

most of you stay at that place for a while without awareness of what you expect

vaguely.

In my picture I draw light particles flying in the air, which I can really perceive.
Something like a gold dust on the palm looks like a drawn light particle that comes

from the picture, which seems to directly enter your body just as food.

For me fine art is no longer what we appreciate.
It is true that it is not an expression of righteousness or personality, but it is a

place that is acquired, as I happened to be born and have grownup in Japan.

(Translated by Hitoshi Yasui)

Shin Fujita Official Site

I have a series of works titled ‘Life Force’, which are abstract-style, though
concrete for me.

I hang two sheets of back paper that are used for photography’s background,
angling a little.
I use as simple easel as possible and produce a situation where a single color
covers all view and a canvas is floating in it.

The exhibition of Gogh was held at the National Museum of Modern Art, Tokyo
from March to May 2005.

I found writings titled ‘Apocalypse of Water’ by Mr. Maki Yosuke, sociologist
in the photo book of a photographer, Mr. Sugimoto Hiroshi.

He described each culture all over the world has its myth: primitive gods and
heroes killed dragons (or snakes) and created a new order. And in some more
primitive culture in the world dragons or snakes were imagined a good creature
as a symbol of water.
Then they turned to a bad symbol in the relation between the conquered and
the conquering, but nevertheless symbols of ‘water’ are told to support the
‘world’, close it in and remain the origin of its power.

If ancient people could see aura that is whirling like a snake in the sky except
a shape of rising cloud, I guess they named it a dragon.
And when they were conquered, they lost dragon and aura as well as their culture,
which means that they were conquered by new words and consciousness.

“Spiritual light” From 26th, March to 1st, April 2008 At Okayama Takashimaya

Around the noon on the second day of the session, a woman in thirties visited,
and we had a chat a while.
She showed something like sand on her palm, which was shining like a lame.
I heard she is a psychic. She remedies by fortunetelling from a previous life
and has an ability of spiritual communion. Such a thing, she said, appears on
her palm when she goes to a shrine or a place where ‘spirits’ are gathering.
She said she also felt ‘spirit’ from my works.

After that her friends saw something glittering when they put hands close to
a picture.

They had had little consciousness of spirit.
This happening became known around in an intermission. There came lots
of people putting hands rather than watching pictures; women of the gallery,
a woman of a jewel shop in front of the gallery, a woman of a dry goods shop,
and people in another floor…