Late in the evening on 10th March 2011, I was working on some materials for an exhibition. Several two-metre-long breadths of silk were washed after the prints on them had been fixed.
As it turned out, all the fabrics broke in washing, in a way that I had never seen before.
In the small hours of 11 March 2011, the Japanese coast was hit by an earthquake and the resultant tsunami, tens of metres high, destroyed a number of cities, towns and villages in Fukushima Prefecture.
I decided to use these silks for a kimono that would become a memento of the tsunami. The kimono got broken so many times in the process of making it that I resolved to leave it forever unfinished.
Here is how a former cultural attachE to Stokholm commented on this story when I told it to him: 'This is in accord with the Japanese spirit: we strive for perfection while accepting the fact that it is unattainable.'
The tsunami nearly wiped out the town of Matsushima, whose beautiful sites had for centuries inspired poets, Matsuo Bashō among them.
Hence the idea to make film Matsushima.