Quis dues, incertum est, habitut deus
“A god lives here, though what god is unknown”.
-Virsil, Aeneid 8 351-2
The Sun shines upon all alike.
Its energy is hidden in entire life on Mother Earth in silence.
We see various forms of life every single day.
They are too numerous to recognize, however, occasionally a special moment of meeting suddenly comes.
For instance, when I find a tiny weed rooted in a little soil on the edge of a paved road or between stone walls,
when I see a sprout growing from a decaying trunk,
when I am surrounded by myriad lives in the woods,
I’m deeply impressed by something.
I feel an enigma running in my body and directly touching some of the same things laid deep within myself.
I quest for what it is.
However, I feel a strangeness when searching for words to represent it.
It must go far beyond a word.
So I decided to collect its tiny pieces little by little.
I trap figures of lives and natural light on a thin sheet in a dark box, and bring them home.
Subsequently, I prepare to let them reappear on a piece of handmade paper, with the help of eggs, minerals, plants pigment, sunlight and water.
Look up, and we always see such beauty as a cloud, a sunset and the endless sky.
Every moment nature shows us below them embraces a continuous harmony of lives, as well as an excessive amount of time. I stop thinking, just feel and adore a being behind them.
