Tokyo. While wandering its streets and metro system, my eyes fell on single individuals as well as group of persons, but always enclosed in an urban infrastructure that surround them, emphasizing a loneliness and insulation right in the heart of the megalopolis.
I try to capture this indefinable emotion, this poignant feeling of exile and strangeness, sensation that something disappears as soon as arisen, like an intangible vision.
I want to translate my vision with the emotional and poetic conciseness of haiku, trying to speak directly to the senses, to a sixth sense that would be an obscure intelligence closer to inconscient. I try not to abuse the visited country and so I avoid merging my fantasies with the local reality. I observe.
I think of the remark of Roland Barthes in Empire of Signs : « What if the solution was to dissociate your vision from a strictly objective view of reality, not pretending to describe the visited countries but only the alchemy at work in the traveller’s mind ? »
Alchemy, this is what I am looking for when travelling.