These past few years
I have been dividing my time
between Finland and Hokkaido.
With each trip,
it becomes more and more difficult
to adjust to the time difference.
Time crystallizes within one's body
and gravitates downward.
On a dark winter night in the arctic,
Earth is spinning so rapidly
on its axis,
The sound of the Earth's rumblings
penetrates one's snow boots,
Rising through one's toes,
smashing the crystals of the spine.
In the street light,
falling snow crystals collide
with their upward floating shadows.
The next instance,
From now on,
only the south remains.
- Kunihiko Takada, the statement for exhibition "Crystals" in 1991