There has always been a Hashimoto in my life. My first pull of air was in the arms of a Hashimoto, the famed Dr. Edward Hashimoto of University of Utah, who brought me and my entire Utah family into the world. Since then, I can track Hashimotos (artists, kitemakers, writers, scientists) popping up through my long list of life experiences – this list ends with the most recent, Jacob Hashimoto.
I can easily remember my first encounter with this Hashimoto. It wasn’t with the person, but a piece of his work that was installed in the ceiling of the Tacoma Art Museum Café. Not to be missed as one waited for their meal, I was entertained by the subtle movement of many small, square, individually-hung objects filling the entire ceiling. The effect was amazing, and even after my meal and visit to the museum, that was the single item that I walked away remembering.
It was Seattle kite artist Greg Kono who gave me a little intel on the piece and artist: “Oh man, you saw Jacob Hashimoto’s piece.”