Unmoored

Three years ago, I departed New York City on what eventually became a 990-day personal odyssey, leaving behind broken relationships, my career, home and all my possessions except for my camera and what I could carry on my back; I became “unmoored.” I did so because it was the first time since my father abruptly passed away when I was nineteen that I had the time and space to try to "reconnect" with the world. In this age, I think that many of us seek a sense of connection and belonging to the world, especially after loss. As I journeyed, I made photographs where I felt the presence of everyday humanity and natural tranquility. To contextualize my settings I recalled my upbringing in the organized chaos that is Tokyo. From my high rise bedroom window as a child I spent hours upon hours gazing out at the sprawling city below and found a calmness that was elusive whenever I ventured out of the sanctuary of my room.  I turned once again to windows and looking out from within, where the faintly warm presence of someone who was there but now departed--a concept known in Japanese culture as "nukumori"—could be felt. I make photographs in the places where I find these elements--nothing in this series is staged—to capture a moment in time that recalls something from our past, like a distant, but familiar bell tolling for us to come back and find life here again in the stillness.