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One's memory (2016-ongoing)

Ⓒ Mai Ishida

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『One’s memory』では、道路建設で立ち退くことになった亡き祖父母の家と遺品を約1年間撮影しました。















誰かにとって大切な思い出はいずれ、One’s memory、指示する所有格のない思い出となり、風化していくことでしょう。それは人間が地球で生きていく上で避けられない命の通過儀礼なのです。




"One's memory" is a photographic work that I photographed for about a year of my late grandparents' house and belongings after they were evicted due to road construction. Their house was supposed to be the only way to know them without a will, but the sudden eviction gave me time to think about the separation of life and death.


There are three forms of death.

-Death of the person.

-Death of memory.

-Death of objects and places.


The orders vary, but all of them always appear. In this work, I dealt with the transition from the death of the object and place to the death of memory.


My grandfather died when I was six years old and my grandmother when I was 16. My grandfather passed away before I could remember, so my memories are vague. My grandmother was taciturn, strict, and unapproachable. Because of these, I was never able to ask her about her experience of the atomic bombing in Nagasaki. Decades had passed since the death of my grandparents, and my sadness had completely subsided, and the image of my grandparents was beginning to blur like a dotted line.


Did you all love me? What does your death bring to me, living in the present? Although asking the dead will not answer these questions, photographing them has given me time to search for the love of my inner feelings.


Photography is a slider of time. It pushes me to better the present by aligning the needles of memory and imagination with that time. The voiceless dialogue with the subject through the medium of photography may be a powerful testament to help the viewer move forward into tomorrow. It plays an important role in keeping human beings alive.


Every human being lives his or her own life with layers of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but eventually they will disappear from this world. We must inevitably part from the person we are. Memories that are important to someone else will eventually become one's memories, memories that have no possessive value to direct, and will fade away. It is a rite of passage of life that is inevitable for human beings to live on the earth.


Currently, road construction is underway where my grandparents' house used to be. I will continue photographing until I see the road open and strangers coming and going.

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