和紙、アクリル絵の具
H:105cm W:68cm D:5cm
I believe the kindness of those boys stemmed from their dangerous circumstances. None of them knew if they would up and vanish on any given day, so generosity came naturally. When they were away from public spaces, in the safety of their own rooms, the boys would talk in a blend of three languages like a blend of fruits in tropical juice. They spoke my language and their language and the language of another country. That was the easiest way for them to talk. I loved their linguistic melting pot—the forced and uncertain way in which the conversation continued despite occasional incongruous words being mixed in.