2024 ひかりのうつわ

《ひかりのうりつわ》

2024

発色現像方式印画

250cm×400cm×5.8cm

(117.5cm×79cm×5.8cmが２点、41cm×61cm×5.8cmが2点、41cm×27.4cm×5.8cmが2点、20×26×5.8cmが1点)

2025年上野の森美術館「VOCA展2025 現代美術の展望—新しい平面の作家たち—」での展示風景

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《Vessels of Light》

2024

Chromogenie print

250cm×400cm×5.8cm

(Two pieces measuring 117.5 cm × 79 cm × 5.8 cm, two pieces measuring 41 cm × 61 cm × 5.8 cm, two pieces measuring 41 cm × 27.4 cm × 5.8 cm, and one piece measuring 20 cm × 26 cm × 5.8 cm)

Exhibition view at the Ueno Royal Museum 2025, “VOCA Exhibition 2025: Prospects for Contemporary Art—New Artists Working in Two Dimensions”

本作の舞台はスクリプカリウ落合安奈の父親の故郷ルーマニアである。

彼女は、自身にルーマニアの血が受け継がれているにもかかわらず、その地域における記憶や知識の希薄さに対して、臓器がひとつ機能していないような感覚をもっていた。

彼女は、それを透明な臓器と表現する。

そして自身のルーツを辿る旅により、その臓器に経験と記憶という血を巡らせようと試みている。

山田裕理氏（東京都写真美術館学芸員）

This work is staged in Romania, Scripcariu-Ochiai Ana's paternal homeland. Despite inheriting Romanian blood, her lack of memories or knowledge of this area has made her feel as if one of her internal organs was malfunctioning. She describes this as a transparent organ. Through a journey tracing her roots, she tried to make blood of experiences and memories circulate in that organ.

A smiling shepherd and his silhouette looming between the clear sky and the earth; an old woman looking straight forward and an old farm shed; a woman sitting by the window and reading, and pastureland extending across an undulating mountain surface of woods. While the look or appearance of the people call individual narratives to mind, the landscape motifs serve as social signs of migration or settlement.

Everything to do with the roots she had been unaware of until then turns into light and is poured into the transparent organ, which enables us, too, to realize that there are "vessels of light."

Yamada Yuri

Tokyo Photographic Art Museum, Curator

Exhibition Archive

Photo by Keizo Kioku

パンデミックによる世界的な混乱が落ち着きを見せ始めると同時に、隣国ウクライナでの戦禍の終わりが見えない2022 年12 月、念願であったルーマニアへの長い旅が始まった。

365 日で、ここにあったかもしれない人生の30年を取り戻すように一日一日を生きるなか、冬に首都から始まったこの旅は、季節が進むごとにルーマニアの大地の奥深くへと潜っていった。そこで待っていたのは、この土地で生きてゆくための術を与えてくれた、たくさんの親のような人々との出会いや、日常の中の鮮やかな生と死、そして「今はわからなくても、見ていればわかる、行ってみればわかる」という、情報ではなくて感覚を使って世界に直に触れるシンプルな生き方だった。

二つの異なる文化の狭間で、「人間の営みが生き物として様々な形で引き継がれていくこと、そしてそこに苦しみや危険が伴ったとしても本能レベルで繋げていきたいと思うのはなぜなのか」ということに向き合い、この大地の奥深くを潜ってきた時間を紡ぎ出す。

2023.10.スクリプカリウ落合安奈

In December 2022, just as the global turmoil of the pandemic had begun to subside, but the course of the war in neighbouring Ukraine still nowhere in sight, the artist began her long yearned journey to Romania.She lived one day at a time, as if to claim in the 365 days the 30 years of her life that could have been ni this country. With each passing season, the journey, which began ni the capital ni winter, had moved further inward into the Romanian land.What awaited were the encounters with those whom she now regards as her parents, who taught her the skills to survive on the land, and with the vivid life and death in daily life. "Even if you don't know now, you wil se as you kep looking and make your way," was the simple way of life, bygone ni acontemporary society, one of making direct contact with hte world, using senses rather than information.Between two cultures, the artist has confronted one question through her time diving deep into the land she stands on: Why si ti that, as animals, humans pass on their livelihoods in various ways and, why si it that we instinctively want ot connect with them, even if that involves suffering and endanger?

2023.10. Ana Scripcariu-Ochiai

わたしの旅のはじまりは

あなたの旅のはじまり

もしもわたしに子供が生まれたら

そしてその子供にまた子供が生まれたら

きっと何度も語り継ぐことになるであろう

わたしのもう一つの母国で過ごす

初めての

そしてもしかしたら最後の

かけがえのない季節の一巡りの旅路

...............

何も知らない

彼方にあるもう一つの母国

わたしの中で肥大化した

透明な臓器に

温かい血を通わせ

色を与えたのは

産みの母でもなく

血縁上の父でもなく

この旅路で出会った

たくさんの「母たち、父たち」だった

The beginning of my journey

Is the beginning of yours

To my unborn children

And their children

This is a story I will tell, over and over again

A journey through a season that will never come again

In my other motherland

For the first time

And perhaps the last

...............

It was the unknown

A faraway motherland

My bloated, transparent organs

Became filled with the warmth of blood

And with color

Not by my birth mother

Or my blood father

But the countless “mothers” and “fathers”

I met along the journey

Photo by Ana Scripcariu-Ochiai