The soft glow of the waves quietly reflected Sugimoto’s notion of ‘time,’ concealed in a profoundly touching place. I remember that day on Naoshima in the afternoon, silently watching ‘time’ flow.
Along the gently rising horizon of Naoshima, hidden in the hillside’s exposed concrete, lies a gray-white edifice cloaked in greenery. The gatekeeper greets us with, ‘Welcome to the “Corridor of Time,”‘ a place where Hiroshi Sugimoto, ‘the last modernist,’ collects ‘memories.
Amidst stones, metals, and glass, in moments devoid of thought and desire, we stumbled upon the infinity that Lee Ufan sought.