In the endless waiting time, wind flashes, time passes the rail track at full speed, then hits the skin that is wrapped up with memories: carrying yet distorted, discorded, fragmented recordings. When everything can not be rewound, when answers to the questions swing back and forth, in disordered fragments, the moon arises, a seed is planted, the present moment is fading away, the future is yet to arrive, I peek at the eternity within a second.
Photopolymers, Tosa-shi paper, a/p, 61 x 91cm, made in 2020.
Details from the Fragmented Moments.
Photo-etching and mezzotint, made in 2021.
Mezzotint, made in 2021.
Mezzotint, made in 2021.