BREATHING THROUGH SENSE OF SIGHT

Designed by Y.Yamada / peacs inc.

2020 Printed by Kenbunsha

Printed in Japan Tomato Press

170×290mm 56( +4)page 

2000jpy(tax in)

​  視界に広がる対象を見つめ風景の時の流れを想う

視覚の中で風景は呼吸をし、意識となり感覚となる

影は光を見つめ光は影を見つめる 静かな広がりの中、風が吹き光が鳴る 風は想像を撫で目の前の対象を包み流れていく 五感の記憶に偶然を残す

自然の中に身を置くと足の下から土や砂に息吹を感じる 

生命は循環の中で生き、変化をしてお互いの関係を築き進んでいる

 私はそこへ赴き、この息づく自然を捉えた

 Look at the object in view
Thinking of the stream of time in the landscape
In the sense of sight, the landscape breathes,become a consciousness, become

a sensation

The shadow looks at the light and the light looks at the shadow
In the quiet expanse, the wind blows and the light sounds
The wind strokes the imagination and flows around the object in front of me
Leaving a fortuitous in the memory of the five senses

When I put myself in nature, I can feel the breath in the dirt and sand under my feet. Life lives in a cycle, changing and building relationships with each other
I went there to capture this breathing nature

 

​タスマニア、ハワイ島、アメリカ、日本で出会った

森や自然を撮影したフォトジン

This is a photozine of forests and nature i met  

in Tasmania, the big Islands, the U.S. and Japan

 

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When the wind caresses me

風がなでるとき 

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1700yen税込

165×205mm 44ページ(40+4)

Designed by Y.Yamada / peacs inc. 2020 Printed by Kenbunsha

Printed in Japan Tomato Press

こどもを産む前後 年間の暮らしの中で 撮った写真を集めた。 お腹に子が宿り、ふとしたことが愛おし く美しいと感じるようになった。大きなと ころから小さなところへと私の視点は変化 し、日常で身近に自然を感じ、流れていく 時をゆっくり感じた。小さな草木は太陽の 光を浴び、あたたかな風が吹 き白い音を奏でていく。遠い 空から降る雨は、ときに優し くときに強く、地面と戯れリ ズムを刻み香を生み出す。移 ろいゆく季節は、毎日多彩な 色や音を放ち新しい顔をみせ てくれる。成長していくこど ものように。 風になでられながら、私は 風景をなで写真を撮る

This is a collection of photos taken during the two years
before and after the birth of the baby.
I had a child in my belly and suddenly I felt lovely and beautiful.
My perspective has changed from the big to the small,
and I feel nature close to me in my daily life.
I felt the time go by slowly.
Small trees and plants bask in the sunshine, and a warm wind blows and makes a white sound. The rain that falls from the distant sky plays with the ground,
sometimes gently, sometimes strongly, to create a rhythm and an incense.
The changing seasons reveal a new face every day, releasing a variety of colors and sounds. Like a child growing up.
As the wind pats me I stroke the landscape and take pictures.