From lines to cities that never were: an artist’s first collection.
Daisuke Tajima conjures imagined cityscapes out of lines that drive and proliferate infinitely outward, guided by his prodigious imagination and talent. The high-rises cramming his massive pen-and-ink canvases spring from two inspirational sources: the American sci-fi movies and Japanese anime he saw as a child, and his memories of his journeys to Taiwan, Hong Kong, and mainland China.
His is an incredibly high-density monochromatic world —a hyperreal dimension that admits of only the industrial and the emotionless. These scenes devoid of humans and dominated by endlessly multiplying architectural structures are at once reflections of the artist’s own interiority, and metaverses of sorts that offer something of a restful alternative to reality.
Daisuke Tajima conjures imagined cityscapes out of lines that drive and proliferate infinitely outward, guided by his prodigious imagination and talent. The high-rises cramming his massive pen-and-ink canvases spring from two inspirational sources: the American sci-fi movies and Japanese anime he saw as a child, and his memories of his journeys to Taiwan, Hong Kong, and mainland China.
His is an incredibly high-density monochromatic world —a hyperreal dimension that admits of only the industrial and the emotionless. These scenes devoid of humans and dominated by endlessly multiplying architectural structures are at once reflections of the artist’s own interiority, and metaverses of sorts that offer something of a restful alternative to reality.