An extracts reads: “The plane is traversing over the continent of Eurasia, moving westwards, chasing the sun which is reluctant to set. From the height of 35,000 feet I can see the endless land through the window of the airplane. It is only interrupted by snaking rivers flickering around the shadows of mountains as fine creases on the surface of the earth.Time is suspended with us in midair and that is not just metaphorical speech. We have left Tokyo in midday and the flight takes 12 hours and yet by the time we arrive in Europe only three and half hours will have passed. Being in this limbo between day and night makes me question, “Where does the east end and the west start?
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Kaori Homma | Art Portfolio | Artist in London
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