Koji Yoshioka


Oil/mixed media artist

By Ryan Roth

When I first saw Koji Yoshioka’s work I was shocked. I walked into a gallery and instantly felt connected to one particular piece. The was something about this piece, something which touched me, where my entire attention was focused on this one piece. A bright, turquoise blue, with a red sun setting on this Mediterranean sea. There was something about this piece which took me back to my childhood holidays in the Mediterranean and part of my adult life, where I’ve found myself looking out over an endless sea, from a cliff or maybe a beach. I could picture myself back there, where I swear I could smell the sea air and feel the summer heat, with the warm sun warming me.

It might sound like almost unbelievable to describe how this one piece affected me in this way, but I’ve found his works which depict places I’ve been, all have a profound affect on me. Unfortunately when I inquired about this particular piece of art, of course it had already been sold but when I spoke to some people about his art, I found I was not alone in my thoughts and feelings of his works.

By Takashi Tsujii – Past Chairman of the Seibu Department store.

When I first saw the works of Koji Yoshioka, the words “poet of colours” came to mind. The lines, composition, and colours all sang and dances, but somehow had a sad silence – they exists to express such a drama I thought. Now, even while captured by such a spellbinding power, I cannot help but wonder by what destiny or what physical law has this artist been able make light into his own personal pulse, his own heartbeat, in this way. Was it the influence of Chuta Kimura, who had established himself as an artist in Paris, or was he guided to that by certain of his impressionist predecessors?


By Shunsuke Kijime – Director, Museum of Modern Art, Gunma

“It must be over thirty years ago now that my passion for the Mediterranean led me to organise a group, the Mediterranean Society. My trip there now seems infinitely far away to me. I know that I saw Toledo in the evening and was amazed at its being El Greco’s sky; I saw Van Gogh’s starry night late one night in Arles. But now I’ve somehow come to doubt my own sense of reality. Did I really see those with my own eyes, or was it just in my imagination?

That feeling is particularly strong when I look at the works of Koji Yoshioka. These scenes are all ones I have seen myself, but what is this jade-colored Venice, this crimson Mont St. Michel? touched by the artist’s magic, we cannot help being startled and amazed.

His paintings go well beyond objects of aesthetic enjoyment or contemplation to establish their own rich space and time in colours and forms, creating and forms, creating a sort of magnetic pull on us. This Yoshioka space revives into a new language important artistic techniques that are now becoming lost such as gouache and washes. Here it is only natural if Toledo in the evening becomes a fresh and vivid blue, if an Arles night is a deep blue, the Venetian sky jade, or the the grey stones of Mont St Michel crimson.”