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New Building. 2015
A Concert. 2015
The second episode. 2014
A molehill. Every rural field has its own Mount Fuji. 2010
Horizon. Sometimes, the horizon appears where it shouldn’t be at all. 2014
Milk. 2014
On the Street. 2014
Flowing texts. 2014
Tokyo rain. In this extraordinary blur of colour, a defensive reaction sets in – everything becomes black and white. I want to talk to somebody. I want to be home. 2009
Canal side. 2016
The rise. 2016
Darkness. 2016
The last stop. 2016
A cunning place. 2016
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New Building. 2015
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A Concert. 2015
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The second episode. 2014
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A molehill. Every rural field has its own Mount Fuji. 2010
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Horizon. Sometimes, the horizon appears where it shouldn’t be at all. 2014
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Milk. 2014
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On the Street. 2014
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Flowing texts. 2014
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Tokyo rain. In this extraordinary blur of colour, a defensive reaction sets in – everything becomes black and white. I want to talk to somebody. I want to be home. 2009
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Canal side. 2016
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The rise. 2016
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Darkness. 2016
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The last stop. 2016
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A cunning place. 2016
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A nocturnal drive. Such is degree of concentration on the road that, like or not, imaginary characters and scenes appear before one’s eyes. Eyes and windows alike become misty.
Tsunami. The force of nature. Sometimes I try to imagine myself standing before the force of nature. It doesn’t bear thinking about.
Spring in Kundziņsala. I’m not sure whether that’s ground that’s already melted or snow covered with coal dust. 2010
Ueno cherries. It may seem that this is so sentimental. But it turns out that the celebration of blossoming is a completely normal, necessary and holy thing. Folks are united by falling blossom petals and alcohol. 2009
Magpies in the apple orchard. You need to be an observant viewer to spot them. The play between the black and white feathers and the snow covered branches of the apple trees does not lend itself to simple and easy discernment of familiar things. 2011
The last ice. Porous and dirty, only rarely does the sky light up in some watery. 2011
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A nocturnal drive. Such is degree of concentration on the road that, like or not, imaginary characters and scenes appear before one’s eyes. Eyes and windows alike become misty.
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Tsunami. The force of nature. Sometimes I try to imagine myself standing before the force of nature. It doesn’t bear thinking about.
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Spring in Kundziņsala. I’m not sure whether that’s ground that’s already melted or snow covered with coal dust. 2010
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Ueno cherries. It may seem that this is so sentimental. But it turns out that the celebration of blossoming is a completely normal, necessary and holy thing. Folks are united by falling blossom petals and alcohol. 2009
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Magpies in the apple orchard. You need to be an observant viewer to spot them. The play between the black and white feathers and the snow covered branches of the apple trees does not lend itself to simple and easy discernment of familiar things. 2011
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The last ice. Porous and dirty, only rarely does the sky light up in some watery. 2011
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