In Ashigara(Man'yoshu—The Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves)
On that hill
Beneath the clouds at night
I did give voice
To the secret thought within my heart.
When darkness falls, it's as if the physical world itself shifts—as if it subtly transforms itself into a slightly different version of itself. What was obvious becomes obscure; what was clear becomes deceptive. Reality becomes a bit loose, and in that relaxed materiality anything is possible.
The landscape of night is the landscape of secrets. It's a terrain full of half-hidden truths and concealed wishes, a topography in which what is unseen is at least as important as what's visible. When you look at these photographs, be aware of what you cannot see.