Aoi Kotsuhiroi | A Wild Animal

Aoi Kotsuhiroi a wild animal
  • by Aoi Kotsuhiroi

 

The realm of Aoi Kotsuhiroi is a dreamlike world where art work and artist fuse into one entity. Her body objects are body parts, rather grown out of her body than made by herself. Trying to divide her work into photography, poetry, scupture and fashion is doomed to fail. Her marvelous, mysterious world is a place of constant analmagation where words are substance and objects are alive.

 

The syringe needle plunged  into  my  arm with a strange warmth, the heavy liquid slid under my skin  without saying  anything.  It  will  make  its  way through  my  body,  it will  take care to  repair  my melancholy. The nurse had this look of satisfaction of someone who is absolutely right. She  was exercising her right to dominate my emotions, crying was forbidden. *

 

The universe of Aoi is a spiritual one, whisperings of Victorian and Buddhist tradition echo through her work, the reliquaries are delicate combinations of sensually charged materials like human hair juxtaposed with glossy Urushi laquer and primeval horns as heels.

I was like a mistake,
a wild animal without feathers, with different lifetimes.
At night, I wrote pieces of stories when the sky is gone,
with this memory of impressions, the reason out.
There was chaos in the Sacred.*

 

Some of her objects will be exhibited at the Brooklyn Museum NY as part of
Killer Heels: The Art of the High-Heeled Shoe
September 10, 2014–February 15, 2015
Robert E. Blum Gallery, 1st Floor

Aoi Kotsuhiroi on the web

*snippets from  nothings but words to learn to lie