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山の中にいると、突然すべてが白く覆われ、目の前の景色さえ見えなくなる瞬間がある。
湿度を含んだ光の中で、山々は輪郭を失い、静かに滲んでいく。ぼんやりと霞み、目の前にあるのに触れることのできない風景。ガラス窓越しにその様子を眺めては、幼い頃の記憶を思い出していた。幼少期の私と現在の私が、その白い膜の向こう側で静かに接続されたような感覚があった。
冬の時間。氷と雪による透明な世界がやってくると、その透明な中に閉じ込められた、春を待つ植物たち。薄氷越しに覗くそんな緑たちと目が合うと、次の季節へとまた繋がっていく。その曖昧に広がる景色を、洋服の中に閉じ込めたいとさまざまなテクスチャーを生地で作ってみた。早朝の雪の細かな粒子たち。秋の薄の音。霧越しに覗く、風に揺れる草花のダンス。色が溶け合い、記憶のように揺らぐ質感を作り出すこと。
輪郭を描くのではなく、見えない景色をお洋服を通して皆さまにお届けできたら幸いです。
There are moments in the mountains when everything is suddenly enveloped in white, and even the landscape before your eyes disappear from view.
In the light saturated with moisture, the mountains lose their outlines and quietly dissolve into the distance. The scenery becomes softly blurred—present before me, yet impossible to touch. As I gazed at it through a glass window, memories from my childhood would quietly return. It felt as though my younger self and my present self were gently connected beyond that white veil.
Then comes winter. A transparent world of ice and snow arrives, holding within its clarity the plants quietly waiting for spring. When my eyes meet those patches of green glimpsed through a thin layer of ice, I feel another connection being made—to the season yet to come.
Wanting to preserve these softly expanding landscapes within clothing, I explored a variety of textures through fabric. The delicate particles of early morning snow. The sound of autumn silver grass. The dance of wildflowers swaying in the wind, seen through drifting mist. Colors melting into one another, creating textures that waver like memories.
Rather than drawing clear outlines, I hope to share these unseen landscapes through my clothing to everyone.