2009年2月22日 曇り
I was tiding up my studio and found this plastic bag from a box which I haven't opened since I was back from London in 1992.
This brought me back to the time I spent in Kendal when I had a group show with the other graduates from RCA.I t was August 1992 right after our degree show.We were at a garden;I can't remember where or what, there was a bonfire and Ed was kept burning crisps packages.I t was amazing to see how it was shrunk by heat.He put a plastic package at the top of a twig and kept it in the fire. It became 1/10 smaller size.He gave me the smallest artistic one. We laughed a lot.
After the opening party,I went back to the Youth Hostel for sleep near the gallery.I was in girl's dormitory.It was mid-night,someone started banging the door ,"Reico, where are you?I need to talk to you!!"I jumped up and went to the door.Ed was there ,"I just wanted to say Good night to you~~night night~~!" God! a stupid drunk,I thought.
Next moring,I was back to London and we all knew that Ed left early morning to home somewhere north on his motorbike. 3days later,Tami called me.Ed crashed into something on a way back home and he died.
This is not fair.I didn't have a moment for him till I opened this box.I was the last one gave him a kiss for ’Good night'.
