It was at a scheduled blackout right after the 3/11 disaster that I became interested in streetlamps,
a motif in my work.
Looking up at the streetlamps that stood in town with
no light on, I was impressed by their unique figures, which looked as if they were death masks of the electric light, an impression I could not avoid.
After that, irresistibly drawn to this motif of the streetlamps,
I found myself single-mindedly taking their photographs as a portrait,
overlapping those streetlamps with the people who had influenced me as a persona in my life
—my family and friends, people I got help from, and people I once gave my heart to.
When I think back on it now, it may have been that I was thinking about
what losing the people who were precious to us really meant.
- Máni is the god of the moon in Norse mythology.