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Atsushi Suzuki

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鈴木 淳

Atsushi Suzuki

1962 Born in Kitakyusyu
1987 Graduated from Department of Biology, Faculty of Science, Kumamoto University
2012 Solo exhibition:“Not Nothing Here” Fukuoka Art Museum(Fukuoka,Japan)
2012 “HUMOR, PERIOD AND VIDEOS” House of Culture of Japan in Paris(Paris,France)
2013 “Fukuoka Contemporary Art Chronicle 1970-2000” Fukuoka Prefectural Museum df Art・Fukuoka Art Museum(Fukuoka,Japan)
2017 “Kumamoto Admirable” Contemporary Art Museum Kumamoto(Kumamoto,Japan)
2018 “Itoshima Arts Farm 2018” Second Residence House・Inariyama(Itoshima,Fukuoka,Japan)

As a contemporary artist, I have developed a variety of expressions, such as video, photography, sculpture, painting, performance, etc., to try to reconstruct relationships with daily life, or to act out the slips in relationships between people and the way we view and think about space. In recent years, I have been attempting to create an installation using photographs, images, and solids of revolution that combine the uniqueness and universality of space. This time, I exhibit mainly photographic works that express slips, blanks, and in-betweenness. Among these are pictures hidden in daily life, which become clear depending on the photograph. In addition, I exhibit photographic works taken as records for my “sokonisoko” series based on small interventions and added actions.

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Ushiroshoji Masahiro

Professor, Faculty of Humanities, Kyushu University

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Atsushi Suzuki is known for his video works that find humor in the small events of everyday life, caricatures that portray people as trees, participatory performance that speaks to flowers offered at Buddhist statues alongside the road, and installations that unceremoniously use banal personal belongings as materials. His works are neither macho nor overwhelming, but rather scrawny and unassuming. They are filled with warmth towards living and are somehow wistful as if they let the tension of one’s shoulder.