concept | Yukiko Tanno

Keine Namen

When I thought about why I was attracted to the sight of my neighborhood, I was reminded of a sight from my childhood:The forest and the sky that I could see far from the window of our little house just as the sun was setting. The sky was pale and the trees lit by the rays of the setting sun appeared deep green. I didn't know the word "sentimental" at the time, but it would have been the most appropriate word here.
I think it was at that moment that I first understood that seeing a landscape can trigger a deep feeling in me.
After that I devoted myself to writing and making music for a long time. But I had to get more and more tired of practicing and it turned out to be that the most suitable form for me to express myself is to press the trigger and capture motifs in the form of photographs.

When I moved from Vienna to the east of Leipzig and saw the untidy streets and empty houses, I felt a sense of security. Broken streets, bare parks and buildings full of graffiti - places that hardly seem to be worth a lot of people are so much closer to me than a well-kept and well-kept area.

Often, just a short glance is taken at the everyday and the ordinary, and many boredom sets in. However, I believe that the deposits of time show up in ordinary views and you often come to places or find objects that tell a story. I would like to dedicate my photography to these objects. When I look at a discarded puzzle or floral arrangement (maybe it was a gift?), I have to think about how time has gone here.
Everyone always has a camera with them and wants to take eye-catching photos of famous places. How many millions or trillions of photos are produced every day around the world? There are so many views that everyone pays attention to, but they no longer trigger anything in you. There are still so many opportunities to enjoy places that people don't pay attention to. By taking pictures I try to accept these places and appreciate their value.

I also try to capture "the similar, in the other moment". The fireworks in the sky and wild flowers; windows that glow like fireflies and paving stones with square holes. The sight of things that are similar in some respects, but differ has so often moved something in me in the past and made me think. The human gaze can barely perceive things that are only visible for a short moment - the shine of fine hair created by the son's rays, the brightness of the sky is none of this just the same for a second.

Keine Namen

　ごく身近にある風景に心惹かれるのはなぜか、と考えたときに思い出したのは子どもの頃に見た景色だ。それは昔暮らした小さな家の窓から遠く見えた林と空の景色だった。たしか夕暮れ時だったと思う。空は淡く色づいて、夕日に照らされた木が深い緑色をして浮かび上がっていた。そのとき「センチメンタル」ということばは知らなかったけれどそのとき気持ちを当てはめるとしたら、このことばだっただろう。あの時わたしは初めて風景から何かを感じとることに自覚的になったのだと思う。そして「この風景を写しとりたい」と強く思ったけれど10歳にも満たない私にはその術が無かった。それから月日を経て文章を書くことや音楽を奏でることに心を傾けた時期もあったけれど、飽きっぽく練習嫌いの私にとってシャッターを押せば形となって現れる写真という表現が合っていたようだった。

　ウィーンからライプツィヒの東に越して来たとき、雑然とした場所や空き地のような場所がたくさんあることにとても安心感を覚えた。決してきれいとは言えない道路、土がむき出しの公園、落書きだらけの建物。取るに足らないそんなものたちは、整備され尽くした街よりも私に馴染んだ。

　ありふれた生活に近いものたちは一見退屈だ。けれどその平凡な風景の中に確かに時間の層や澱、ストーリーが見えるものや場所があって、私はそれを写真に収めている。誰もがカメラを常に持ち歩き、有名な場所や目を引く写真を撮りたがる。世界中で１日に一体何億枚の、何兆枚の写真が生まれるのだろうか。たくさんの人が視線を向け注視する風景は、視線に晒されて擦り切れ、消耗しているのがわかる。人が目を向けない風景にはまだ十分に味わう余地があって、私はそれを写真を撮ることによってじっくりと自分の中に取り込みたいのだ。

　また、私が注視するのは「似ているけれど異なる一瞬」だ。空に上がった花火と自生する花、蛍のように光る窓と四角く穴の空いた石畳。どこか似ているけれど異なる風景に目が止まってしまうのは過去に心が動いた瞬間やその記憶を反芻するための作業だと思っている。人の視線も、たった今の「この瞬間」に限ればほんの少しのものしか捉えることができない。陽に照らさた透き通る髪のきらめきや空の明るさも1秒として同じ時はない。