ÉPIQUE DES FLUX

I was moved by small brooks, flowing in the woods in mountains. Absolutery clear water and reflections of green leaves, blue sky, bright sun-ray, and amber colors of stones at bottom. Through taking photographs, I noticed the reasons for those impressions are not only visual elements, but also from the movement of flowing. Coming down water will push my legs, and pass through with rubbing me, and go down away to somewhere. It may be inside of root of moss, or may be together with the sea, may be changed to air, may get to the Southpole, may be freezed for 10,000 years. Or they might be. And now I'm finding their memories of their eternal tour in their motions and forms in a moment as a small flowing. I took all photographs of here in around 30 square meter on a small brooks, where I may find another universe next time.