Wakumi Kanno《In the End, It Was This》

I stitch the traces of memories that were never recorded.

Packaging and labels designed for consumption and discarded once they had served their purpose within the system, residues left in daily life — or fragments of memory that no longer even have a name — I sew them in place with embroidery. As if to give form to a memory after its support has been lost, I leave behind only the thread.