By Sarah Hozumi I’m always so amazed that many houses in Japan, which often have a tiny strip of land … More
The Taiko drum starts. Thump thump thump. The chanting begins, a breakneck liturgy in an insistent monotone. The timpani accentuates. Clang clang clang.
Solo things, sad things alone, fresh things headed for destruction in the dark, the loneliness of months of confinement against disease, harm to others, one’s own death, this is what these five photographs represent. In a word: unease.