Becoming Aware, 2025. Oil paint on linen cotton thread, 8” x 8” x 3” on stretcher
Reception: 31 May 1 pm - 7 pm
31 May - 7 July 2025
749-4 Honide, Arao
Kumamoto 864-0012
Japan
09054898302
Visible Mending
stories, stitches, tears, and repairs
Visible Mending exhibition is a selection of embroidered drawings from 3 separate but connected bodies of work: Timekeeper, Common Threads and Mourning Piece. Each work meditates on human imperfection, temporality, and memory through the repetitive, embodied gesture of stitching—a practice that evokes the unconscious rhythms of care, loss, and repair.
Origin, 2025. Oil paint on linen cotton thread, 12” x 12” x 3” on stretcher + maple frame
I would like to extend a huge thank you to Hanako Miyamoto for her dedication to the arts and for this opportunity to LIVE AND WORK at ARTIST RESIDENCY AIR MOTOMOTO and to exhibit at MOTOMOTO gallery!
The FRIENDSHIP, research, guided tours, museum visits and meetings she organized for us wERE above and beyond anything I could ever have expected!
arigato gozaimasu Hanako - sama
Many many thanks also to Miya Hannan who selflessly translated for me for the month of visits and visitors, and without whom I would have been completely lost in a region where few speak English, and supermarket shelves are stocked with unfamiliar products…. :)
Installation image of Visible Mending exhibition, Motomoto gallery, Arao, Kyushu, Japan
TIMEKEEPER
STATEMENT
The Timekeeper series hovers between embroidery, painting, drawing, and soft sculpture—each one a spiral quietly tracing time and memory. The spiral becomes a visual mantra, embodying the existential dilemma and delight of living within unstoppable time: its relentless forward motion, its circling returns, and our deeply human impulse to mark its passage.
Stitch by stitch, the spiral grows outward from a central origin, echoing the cyclical nature of life and the quiet energy spirals produce. Like the rings in a tree trunk, each line of stitching maps time, emotion, and experience—capturing heartbreaks, joys, injuries, revisited again and again as the stitch line returns on itself while persistently moving forward. The humanness of each sometimes-wonky stitch is intentional, a mark of presence and vulnerability. They are records of lived time.
Gardens of layered oil paint lie beneath the embroidered stitches on the linen substrate, while hidden Morse code messages whisper from within the stitches—emitting secret transmissions, an archive of invisible information embedded in the work. These messages are not always meant to be decoded, but rather felt, like a pulse or breath.
With each Timekeeper, I focus on the journey of the stitch, the act of marking time, the intimacy of repetition. What may appear futile becomes, instead, a meditation, where imperfection and process animate each spiral, giving it an energy of its own.
Installation image of Timekeepers at the Visible Mending exhibition, Motomoto gallery, Arao, Kyushu, Japan
yes, yes, yes, actually NO 8” x 8” x 2” oil paint and cotton thread on linen, 2025. PRIVATE COLLECTION
Installation image of Timekeepers and Mourning Piece at Visible Mending exhibition, Motomoto gallery, Arao, Kyushu, Japan
Detail of Dreaming a Life, 24” x 24” oil paint on linen, with hand embroidery, 2025
Installation image of Lightbulbs from Common Threads series and Mourning Piece at Visible Mending exhibition, Motomoto gallery, Arao, Kyushu, Japan
Mourning Piece #51 silk organza, tea stained cyanotype and hand embroidered cotton thread, 10” x 10”
Installation image of Lightbulbs from Common Threads series and Timekeeper, Becoming Aware 8” x 8” x 2” at Visible Mending exhibition, Motomoto gallery, Arao, Kyushu, Japan
Installation image of Lightbulbs from Common Threads series, each 7” x 7“ oil paint and cotton thread on canvas, 2025, at Visible Mending exhibition, Motomoto gallery, Arao, Kyushu, Japan
EXHIBITION ESSAY/REFLECTIONS
By Madoka Muramatsu
Visible Mending - Reclaiming the Wounds
“I don’t quite know why, but I’ve been drawn to the image of the lightbulb.”
The artist explained, standing before the audience gathered to hear her speak.
Frances Melhop.
For many years, she stood at the forefront of the fashion industry as a photographer for some of the world’s most iconic magazines—Vogue, Elle, Marie Claire, and more—often shaping narrative-rich, ethereal editorials.
Now, she devotes herself to fine art—where her hands return, again and again, to the tactile, the intimate, and the handmade, seeking what was lost in the rise of the digital.
During the gallery talk, Frances spoke about how her years as a fashion photographer continue to shape her work as an artist.
“I’m endlessly fascinated by the human presence that reveals itself through imperfection. That’s where I find beauty. Back when I worked in fashion, if a model had a little gap between her teeth, I’d fall in love with that detail—and that’s when I’d press the shutter.”
The world seen through the camera’s viewfinder and the one traced by hand—her work was born in the layers where those two converged. She breathed and thrived in that in-between.
And now, through her art, it seems to me that she is reclaiming the depth, time, space, and texture that once vanished into the digital.
I had been asked to interpret for the audience at the reception that followed her talk. But just minutes before arriving, I knew almost nothing about Frances or her work. The request came so suddenly—while I was in motion—I barely had time to reply, let alone research.
So there I was, standing among a room full of visitors seeing her work for the first time in Japan, listening to the artist’s voice as one of them.
Her first solo exhibition in Japan held space for both mourning and hope—works that honored lives abruptly taken, and others that offered quiet assurance for lives still unfolding, and those yet to begin. Presented under the title Visible Mending, the exhibition featured pieces meticulously hand-stitched with time, care, and presence—each thread a visible trace of restoration.
“There’s something—though I can’t quite name it—that makes me feel there’s a link between women and lightbulbs,” Frances said.
“Take, for example, Atsuko Tanaka, the Japanese artist who once caught the world’s attention with a dress made entirely of lightbulbs. Or, Ewa Partum who made performances draped solely in electric cable and glowing light bulbs. Or, how, in the past, most of the people who worked in lightbulb factories were women... I can’t explain exactly how these things connect, but I feel it’s significant.”
Standing before a wall of delicately stitched lightbulbs, her voice warmed with intensity.
“I just feel this thread between women and lightbulbs, and I keep stitching them. Maybe it’s the shape, too. It’s round and bulbous—womb-like, in a way. If you flip it upside down, it even resembles a breast.”
“And the light it emits. The idea of a lightbulb being switched on… we use it as a symbol for inspiration, don’t we? I haven’t reached a definitive reason why, but I feel a connection between the image of the lightbulb and the feminine. These works carry that meaning with them.”
I had never once considered a connection between women and lightbulbs.
I'm not particularly well-versed in art, and I didn’t know anything about the lightbulb dress she mentioned. I’d never heard that it was mostly women who made lightbulbs in factories.
But when she spoke about the shape of the lightbulb—how it reminded her of the womb—something inside me stirred.
Faintly, but surely, a lightbulb switched on within me.
I stayed focused on my role as interpreter throughout the event—but later, as I exchanged personal words with the artist, that little light within me began to grow brighter.
Womb. Woman. Feminine. Disappearance. Body. Light...
The words we exchanged seemed to cross paths, uncannily, with the very themes and symbols that had smoldered inside me for years—stubbornly unresolved, now becoming, at last, ready to transform into a new form.
A flash of associations streaked through me.
In Japanese mythology, the sun goddess Amaterasu once hid herself in a cave, plunging the world into darkness.
In yogic tradition, Shakti—the feminine creative force—is seen as the energy that animates life.
“Our femininity,” someone once told me, “is like light. You can cover it, but you cannot extinguish it.”
They flooded back — vivid and radiant — like a reminder of the truth I had always known deep inside.
Light fell once more on memories of old wounds.
Wounds I had washed clean, over and over and over again.
And with the light came a half-forgotten ache.
Slow, steady, and deep in my chest.
The wounds feared being buried for good in the depths of my darkness, unseen and unspoken.
“I was here.”
With the light, the hidden wounds began to take shape.
“I am here.”
“I’m still here.”
“Don’t pretend I never was.”
*********************
A lightbulb holds light.
Not because of its shape,
but because of what it holds within.
That— is why it shines.
*********************
Forgive me
for pretending not to see you.
I’m not making you invisible.
I won’t.
I can’t.
Because you are a part of me.
You struggled hard to bring me here.
You are my tears.
Precious, warm, strong,
and mine.
We each carry a lightbulb.
A sacred vessel, capable of illuminating the dark.
When unlit, this clear glass form quietly hides into the dark around it.
But the current that can light it lives within us.
To cradle.
To alchemize.
To flow.
To shine.
The source of that light— is me.
Frances’ lightbulbs are tenderly stitched with a gaze full of compassion, speaking for our wounds, our imperfections, and the grace they carry.
As if mending a garment that mattered.
Through these embroidered bulbs, we may remember our own rough seams, or the tears in time that never quite closed —with old aches that return, uninvited.
And perhaps,
only then,
can we begin to complete the mending,
with our own tangible hands.
Not to hide the wounds.
But to cherish them.
As proof that we lived, raw and real
And to radiate
in the whole truth
of who we really are.
END
Madoka Muramatsu - Bio
Language & Life Coach / Executive Coach | Writer | Former News Journalist, Speechwriter, and Interpreter/Translator
Madoka Muramatsu is a bilingual coach and writer/editor whose work centers on transformation — through language acquisition, speech delivery, embodied presence, and inner alignment.
Muramatsu began her career as a field reporter and investigative journalist with Jiji Press, one of Japan’s two major national wire services, covering politics, international relations, U.S. military affairs, and socio-economic issues from Tokyo and Okinawa.
Her interviews with visiting high-level officials and her insightful, thought-provoking feature stories appeared not only on the agency’s platform but also in The Japan Times and The Japan News, two of Japan’s leading English-language newspapers.
Muramatsu later held a wide range of communications roles at the Embassy of South Africa and JOICFP (Japanese Organization for International Cooperation in Family Planning), serving as an official interpreter to the Ambassador and managing bilingual communications materials across digital platforms and media outreach.
At the Australian Embassy in Tokyo, she worked as Speechwriter to the Ambassador and Communications Officer, overseeing communications strategy, crafting and editing bilingual content, and strengthening press relations.
Throughout her career, Madoka has also contributed as a freelance journalist to major digital media platforms such as Yahoo! News Japan, combining journalistic insight with cross-cultural storytelling.
Raised in rural Kumamoto in southwestern Japan, she taught herself English without the privilege of immersion abroad. She went on to achieve a perfect TOEIC score (990), studied sociology and journalism as an exchange student at UC Berkeley, and later earned her B.A. in English Language Studies from Sophia University in Tokyo.
As a former journalist, Madoka trained her mind to distinguish fact from interpretation with razor-sharp clarity and sophistication. While she is trained to chase facts, her deepest allegiance is no longer to facts alone — it is to truth.
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Lightbulb 3 from Common Threads series, each 7” x 7“ oil paint and cotton thread on canvas, 2025, at Visible Mending exhibition, Motomoto gallery, Arao, Kyushu, Japan
Our wonderful team at Motomoto Gallery. Frances Melhop, Hanako Miyamoto, Miya Hannan, and Madoka Muramatsu
The research and time to work on the “Visible Mending” exhibition and to take it to my first solo exhibition in Japan, was in part funded by an Artist Fellowship grant 2025 from the Nevada Arts Council with funding through the National Endowment for the Arts. Many many thanks to both organizations for this recognition.