死んだ母の家で見つけた思い出の8ミリフィルム。数十年ぶりに目にするそれらのフィルムには遠い日々の空気や匂いが詰まっていた。壁に映る古びた映像を見つめながら、私は母への追憶を写真に残そうと思った。

Following my mother’s recent death, I was in the apartment where she had lived, I sorted through her belongings and came across an old confectioners’ box full of 8mm home movie reels at the back of a closet. I watched them for the first time in three decades and that experience triggered vivid memories of my mother and my childhood days.

This series is regarding the warm traces of my memories. Memory repeats again and again. Then it amplifies endlessly, image after image, flowing over in showering cascades.