uro no ena - the afterbirth of emptiness #虚の胞衣
What will be after death? It can probably be "nothingness". Then, what is true mourning? Strongly realizing the disconnection with the dead, and enduring the extreme of sorrow. All the subjects in these pictures are my father. He was half a century older than me, so I grew up worried that he would die in near future. Since I was in photography school, I have been taking pictures of him for nearly 10 years. However, death was abrupt. There was no notice, no reason, no promise, death took away almost all of himself. At that time, I came to know despair for the first time in my life. The only world when he alived was over. Nonetheless, I keep bending ear to these images. In order to carry this world after he passed away. The work is only way for me to listen to the voice of silence.
kuchi hana - the broken blossoms #朽花
to my father