The Tohoku region was devastated by the massive earthquake and tsunami in addition to a nuclear power plant accident. Even though two years have passed since then, we haven’t been able to do anything and we can’t find any effective solutions yet. The lives of the people in the Tohoku area are still exposed to risk in the shadow of nuclear disaster.
I wonder when we began to forget to worship of nature. Without noticing it, we began to forget to listen to the voices of the mountains, rivers, grasses, or trees. And when we lost our feelings to feel a sense of gratitude for nature, we started to violate against natural laws.
Our ancestors in the Tohoku area had believed in the spirits and gods within nature. They had lived with nature. This rich sense of Japan’s spiritual culture was embodied and passed down for generations as a folk belief by our ancestors. The way I see it, why the disaster does not come to an end is because we have forgotten the folklore which we should care most in the process. At the same time, I, as a person who is living in Tohoku now, believe that I have a mission to pass down those sprits that we got from our ancestors to the next generation. I feel it strongly. When I faced to nature with the venerable lessons and the foresights of our forerunners, nature talked to me. I heard the voices of the mountains, rivers, grasses and trees. I learned from nature that the wake of the lake surface gives us an endless hope, sunbeams streaming through leaves wrap us with its warmth and coziness, and the reflection of the veneration teach us that there are always two sides in the world; the true image and the virtual image.
With taking pictures of these aspects, I want to embody the messages from nature which people in Tohoku must have heard since early times. And I hope many people restore the heart of caring of nature and create a bright future for the earth.