There is a Japanese word that does not exist in any Western language. “Ma”, which can be translated as negative space, interval or pause, is a distance that does not create a gap but rather unites, a pause that creates rhythm, an emptiness full of nothing.
As I was trying to grasp this essential concept of the Japanese culture, I assumed that the apparent order I could feel in Japan was hiding a vital disorder to be expressed. I asked random people if they would like to scream in front of my camera. And they did.
Those pictures were taken just before the scream, in this fleeting second when, after breathing in, they held their breath and were precisely going to shout. Totally vulnerable and sincere because they thought that I was only interested in the scream itself, they showed me the “ma”.