There is a cinema complex on the way home where many people come and go. At the entrance of the cinema is a numbered ticket dispenser. Sometimes as I pass by I just take a numbered ticket for no reason.

Working on photography is a series of making choices.  I have to choose the subject, frame and timing.  This series of works is not always pleasant like the sound of pressing the shutter.  My standard for the choice was “Here

In September 2004, my life in France began. It was a severance from the familiar past. I needed a passage to a new world through linguistic and cultural barriers. The physical and spatial symbol of this passage was a door

As washing machines became more common, I found a washboard left in the laundry room. Its original function (place) was lost and its dried state reminded me of my grandmother. The cracked state and curves of the wooden board felt