I returned to Japan twice in 2003. My mother was suffering from a terrible illness. Despite these grim circumstances, nothing in my family’s daily life seemed to have changed. It seemed as cruel as it was beautiful. This life, to which I had never paid attention, revealed its power to me. I shot it without thinking, intuitively, in the familiar space of my home. Its vulnerability became mine. When I look at these pictures, something whispers on the paper and I can’t look away. It’s so peaceful. At times, though, it grips my heart…

2002-2007
37x37cm, 14.5×14.5inch
Gelatin silver print