Before we entered the room we were told to not make too much noise, and to take no photographs. I found myself imagining a small mouse like creature working away, shy and embarrassed at what they have found themselves doing. But instead I see a woman called Sachiko, sitting tall, above us all like Rapunzel, quiet and concentrated on the task at hand, the neverending task of cutting paper. The hypnotising task of cutting paper.The paper sculpture that appears to be flowing up from the floor starkly contrasts the industrial environment to which the work is placed in. It makes the paper look even more delicate, like cotton wool. I found it interesting that it slightly resembled the shape of a tree, an organic shape, to which is the origin of the paper itself.
I enjoyed looking around the room, seeing the hidden secrets the cut papers had to offer, seeing how they were placed and how they made you feel, they made me imagine that all the clouds in the sky could be made from cut paper, and then I thought about the clouds falling from the sky because they were too heavy, which then lead me to think of how we would sensibly use all this paper, in hamster cages probably. I used to cut up tissue paper to use for my hamster's bed, this is what I ultimately thought of.
The sound of the scissors cutting away at the paper amplified made me feel uncomfortable, the sound of cutting reminded me of the few small cuts I'd had involving scissors, which I'm sure everyone has had once in their life. I wondered if she were secretly using safety scissors, like the ones given to children in primary school.
