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When I am nervous, I talk a lot. Camera helps me to deal with anxieties. It makes me brave enough to transform the chaos of my over-sensitive heart into a habitable space… that by no accident resembles the love hotel rooms I often visit.
I guess this is my way to confront chaos…
I find an old ryokan transformed into a love hotel. Pay in front of an old lady who looks almost confused that someone entered this forgotten place. She disappears and re-appears with hotel slip-ons, sits, slides them to us as if there were cards on a poker table. “Leave your shoes as they are. I will take care of them…” she says while patiently waiting for us to undo our shoes. Too many laces make these moments loudly long. Then she leads us through small corridors and stairs to a greenly lit room that smells of mold and tatami. “Give me a call when you finished. I will be there for you… take your time”.
Time…
She doesn’t know that we are weary of it. So we came to cut it into frames and pieces – make something valuable and playful of it.
