Flowers by Yoshiyuki Okuyama
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There was a gentle calm in my grandmother’s eyes.
She had skinny arms and a hard stoop.
She always wore a purple cardigan.
As I sit in this room all day long,
that is how I remember her.
I clearly recall her wrinkles and the tone of her voice,
even though I only saw her a few times a year.
In the late afternoon, the bright light that enters the room
has a color I feel I’m seeing for the first time.
The soft clicks of the shutter dissolve in the light,
accentuating the silence.
What was she thinking about?
To her eyes, how did the light look?
Gazing at the dust neatly gathered by the window,
I slowly release the shutter
with feelings of nostalgia and a little regret.
I must not forget.
We become realized, physically and mentally,
when we reflect ourselves off of other people.
That’s why we always want someone
to listen to our stories.
That's why the color of the light must have been
too lonely on her own.
A conversation with my grandmother.
And the portrait of my life.
Size： H261mm × W216mm
Published in May 2021
book design：Kaoru Kasai, Yuki Adachi
Flower: Megumi Shinozaki (edenworks)
|Dimensions||35 × 28 × 6 cm|