Ginza. July 7-10. 2022.
Places that bring different people together attract me.
Sites of pilgrimages, trains, airports, tourist sites and big city crosswalks.
There is sunlight on one part of the road, and the other part is under the shadow of the buildings.
The only thing that played by different rules was an ambulance that went through.
White. Black and blue, some brown. A rare red. Red glows.
I see someone tap their phone screen furiously. Index finger.
The shiny new black cab has beautiful reflections.
White dress and wind are made for each other.
It feels awakened to be with so many cameras. No one has their camera out around me.
I keep thinking about what my answer will be if someone asks what I am doing or why I’m doing it.
What I’m doing right now feels like the perfect distance - regarding my state of mind, where I am, what I’m thinking and how I want myself and my work to be perceived.
Literally, sitting in a coffee shop - one among several other customers- looking out the window and watching the world roll by.
I see a woman wearing a bring orange robe with her two friends. They are all in an animated conversation.
The light is green for 40 seconds
The light is red for 90 seconds.
The policeman at the corner is helping a woman with directions; she is pointing at her phone.
He has already helped several people cross the road and frequently gives directions to those who are lost.
I see a stroller, a mother, a father, and a daughter. The daughter is on the father's shoulder, and the mother takes her phone out and takes a photo. Then they crossed.
Sometimes, this road feels like a swimming pool, and I feel like I’m sitting on the deck observing without jumping in.
Jumping in now.