We meet. We talk and embrace and then, before long, all of us will die.
The death of a dog with whom you could lock eyes is not the same as the passing of a rabbit.
We buried the corpse under a banana tree, but of course we don't pray for something as ridiculous as reincarnation. It's not like we don't understand anything about each other.
The perpetual, suffocating life with my girlfriend. The death of a dog that will be forgotten by tomorrow.
Events are leveled by time. The horse that races this way from one direction shakes its mane and then disappears in the other direction. While leaving evenly spaced hoofmarks in the ground. There is no such thing as a special memory.
Entries form: Book (203 × 254mm) with 41 inkjet prints
There is a strangeness in this work depicting people, who may be a married couple or lovers, seemingly playing a game. The work’s self-conscious formality, although not a drama, was interesting to me.
Many works sink into, or even indulge in, the artist’s own world of loneliness or hopelessness. But Yoshimura leaves something out, producing a humor uniquely his. The use of small objects and the weaving of the narrative were implemented at a high level. In a word, he has an eye for photography. That’s why I selected this work for an Excellence Award.
|1993||Born in Nara Prefecture|
|2014||Graduated from the Photography Course, Vantan Design Institute|
|Currently belong to Noie Stadtler|
|2018||Passed the first screening at the 19th 1_WALL competition|
|2019||Passed the first screening at the 20th 1_WALL competition|