by Yuki Shimizu
My work is to weave a story by photographs.
The photograph strips words off from scenery and and gathers the nonsense details.
A nonsence detail is integrated into others. And they become invisible images.
The set of the details becomes the story.
"whitesands" is a story about soul to wander.
I interlaced the photograph which I took a trip to the white desert of New Mexico and photograph of Japanese scenery.
I watched the stuffed bird who dead on the road in the neighborhood at bird museum. According to a commentary card of the museum, the bird had been swept off by the typhoon far away. I thought I could go far away,like this bird.
When I went to the alley where the bird was dead, a bubble of car washing spread through the ground, and the ground became pure white. So I decided to take a trip to white sands.
The desert town situates in high altitude. So the sunlight dazzles and raises the temperture during the daytime. On the other hand, It is so cold at night. When I was asleep, my legs got hurt from the coldness. Because of this condition, I had a dream of girl who unable to move her legs and a boy who became her cane. The dream is the mixture of senses and imagination. A dream and real relations resembled a photograph. So I make a story about the dream.
Yuki Shimizu is a photographer based in Tokyo.
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"Count a hundred by cardiac beat when you cannot sleep"
My teacher said.
When I pushed my wrist to my ear and lie.
I heard the systematic cardiac beat over the sound of bloodstream like the river rushing intensely.
As I count it,I fell asleep before I finished it.
I asked my teacher,
"How should I do when I cannot sleep even if I count a hundred?"
My teacher said
"Who counts the 101st is you who are in your dream"