平久保雄大

Yuta Hirakubo

I could not accept the situation I was in. As the days of incomprehensible reality continued, an inner resistance and inescapable melancholy accumulated within me.
I tried to release those emotions through the act of taking photographs. I could not have sustained myself otherwise. Only the moments spent taking pictures provided an escape from the anger and melancholy eroding me.
By repeating this daily, I was resisting my surroundings while simultaneously trying to accept them. The truth is, I wanted to run away.
Looking back now, there might have been other ways. But at that time, it was the only way I could maintain a distance from my emotions. Taking photographs was the means I chose to confront my heart and to keep from losing myself.
These photographs are a record of those few years.