In order not to overload the capacity, memories become fragments, vague, and compressed. As we go about our daily lives, we meet new people, we say goodbye, and our memories are updated with our feelings of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure. I wonder how much of you is left in the memories that are discarded and selected unconsciously? My memories of you are important, but they are becoming more and more distant before I know it.
What kind of "era" do we live in?
I spend my days shining a light on the corners of our era and with a social scientific spirit of inquiry
A self-proclaimed photographer who is preparing for a photo exhibition "Climax Night" at Hachinohe City Museum of Art in 2021.
Judged by Tim Barber:
Inspired by the Grand Prix, Takahashi Miki’s work, I thought it would be fun and interesting to make a compilation of the widely diverse and eclectic work submitted for this contest. When edited and organized, the “memory” submissions, sent in from dozens of artists, become a kind of collective-memory-collage, a dream sequence of disparate clues from a kaleidoscopic narrative.
* This work was included in a curated collection of works selected by the judge Tim Barber from a number of submitted works. See the collection