The Impression Under the Ocean Above the Sun
The pictures captured my summer time in Japan. The images froze the melting moisture in the air. The color of jade in front of me with a fluid giant thing floating up there; the greenish vision in front of a mystery city; the uncertainty of the number of heads that the flying fish has; the color of the future that the strangers are longing for; the summer spirit before the next spring on the dirty floor. I was there, but i was not there. I was at the edge of the utterly surreal world. I remember the heat on my skin, but i forgot the texture of the shutter.