Although there are various elements in nature, I have empathy with (or perhaps I would like to empathise with) plants, particularly weeds. Weeds are so quiet. I am fascinated with their life energy and persistency. I cannot actually see under the soil, however, I imagine their thick strong roots must be sent out, and they survive. They grow without the help of human hands, and they may be pulled out by their hands one day. They grow by themselves with other elements of nature.
These are portraits of various types of weeds existing full of life in an abandoned place.
The place had not had any human interference for years or not seen many visitors. These portraits show the weeds that had been given sunshine, nutrition from the soil and water from the sky, and grown by themselves. By the portraits, I attempted to express their initiative to live life given by chance.
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