I : narratives
Beyond Naoshima, 2017
It was warm, unusually warm that spring afternoon in Southern Japan. Looking in the distance was the mainland, barely recognizable through the stagnant particles of the atmosphere. The water was equally still and blurred with the sky beyond. Amongst the blurriness was a dock, with a staircase on either end descending into the mist. Yet this was not a dock, but a wind breaker for the inner harbor - the only indication that this peaceful landscape had the potential to transform into a roaring scene.