He is my photographer and my hair boy. He is gentle and careful, but sometimes he is weird and ghost-like. The camera is inseparable from him, and he is always there when he is watching in the dark. If he doesn't appear, I will never find him.
Shooting, being photographed, we are caught in the whirlpool. He said he couldn't stop and I was getting fed up.
Until I met a woman who was my dentist.
Touch a bad tooth gently to repair the decayed root. It hurts when the electric grinding tool drills into the tooth surface, and it hurts when the medicine sticks into the nerve, but I am soothed by the pain. I want to be like this tooth, I want to stay in her warm fingertips, I want to follow her.
The soul is torn in two. He continued to struggle with the frozen pain. The warmth is an illusion, the body is suspended in mid-air. I drifted and swayed, as if I would cease to exist if I wasn't attached to somewhere.
Concept: The incomprehensible love and being loved
