"I don't care what happens to the world after I die."
I was strongly disgusted and indignant at this statement that I overheard one day.

I have been searching for the reason for it for a long time.



If you look closely at this work, you will see a girl with her mouth closed.
The colorful material used for the girl's hair is a collection of layers created when making other works.

Originally, they would have been thrown away.

The material of such an existence.
I felt like I was being asked to "make my hair into a girl's hair," and this work was born.

Hair is an aggregate of dead cells.
Not only hair, but also nails and the surface of skin are dead cells.

They are needed even after they die.

We, who are alive today, are made possible by the many people who have already passed away.

We are all made up of a part of someone.

I hope that those of us who live in today's society, where it is difficult to even notice such a natural thing, will not grow weary of the fact that we are all made up of someone else.
I created this work with this thought in mind.