piles
​As I step deep into the ancient forest, my instinct awake, and the whole apace starts spinning around.
In the embrace of deep nature, I entered an unusual state of mind in which I felt both peace and fear at the same time.
The forest which was one immense being at first impression became to be uneven as I spent more time.
​I sensed a sort of gap in the space, and such unevenness felt to make a rhythm to make the forest alive.
These works are the expression of such unusual phenomena that I think is created by the everlasting accumulation, or piles of time that are embedded in the process of forest growing.

Images made with wet plate collodion are enlarged, cut in pieces, and toned (boiled) in the soup of forest's essence such as soil, leaves and branches.