In 2015,
I found a number of unused rolls of film in a box,
more than ten years old.
It was a time when I had begun to question
the direction of my work.
I thought I would seal everything I was feeling at that moment
inside this film,
and develop it ten years later.
By then, I might have forgotten what I had photographed.
What had I seen, and what had I felt in that time?
While searching for my future self,
I placed that time inside the canisters.
Perhaps the film might no longer be developable.
If that happened, I thought I would make that into the work as well.
Eleven years ago,
I never imagined that I would become someone
who kept making dummybooks.
Time Capsule
I made a book
from the past that was there,
just as it was.
vol.47
TIME CAPSULE
100 pages