I work in a photo studio. After shooting commemorative photos,

I will ask the guests’permission toletmetake their photos as my photographicworks.

Sometimes, I askpeopleto let me take their photos, or I wait in a quiet place to take pictures of people who come there.

YOU,standing on the black stage in the sun.

Before I give any instructions to shoot, 

YOU have already putyoureyes on the camera, orsmile at me, or take off your socialmask.

I, in about five to ten minutes, take500 to 1000 consecutive shots.

Thereforethe unexpected, unconscious expressionsappearin the photos.

Unabashed expressionsthat can't be confirmed by the naked eye. Primitive and subtle movement of the body.


Whileshooting, selecting and printing, Ithink:

In the process of selecting YOUfrom the huge number of images produced viamassive number ofshooting,

The belief that the photosIwanthave alreadybeen captureddissolvein the subsequent selection process,

In the "the photos I want mighthavenotbeencaptured" state, I am also able toencounterthe new YOU.

Foreveryone, the present self is perhapsnotsomeabsolute existence,

Or rather it is made up of numerous"self".

I overlay myself as some kind of layer ontoYOU.

"You and me" emerges from the black-and-white image of diffusion and fusion.

Itisa photo, which seems like some unknown existence that would not be able to meettwice in life.

"My Portrait" is like a sculpture born out of continuous shooting,

It's the cumulative love connection between you and me.