Sugiura Masakazu 杉浦正和

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Copyright (C) 2007-2018 Masakazu Sugiura.
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Where We Are Headed

What are we to do in times like these? How should we go on?
We could run through. Dare we look?
We could keep our eyes to the ground and narrow our field of vision.
Should we squint and shaking our heads from side to side, make a head-long dash for it?
Should we stand unmoving and face what comes with an unwavering gaze?

We, who never stopping, pretend not to have seen and run right past; what fear has moved us?
Through some last remaining flicker of awareness, we sense that if we stop we will have no choice
but to hear the screams that relentlessly pierce our hearts.

This photographer is drawn to the cries of what we cannot bear.
He meets the gaze of what we so desperately try to avoid. From what unvoiced reality do we cover our ears and run,
as his collection silently speaks to the screams of unbearable pressure?
Is it the maze of far too many human-quarters chaotically crowded together?

There is that which we mistakenly believed to be the past and begotten heirlooms.
We persist in seeing things that way, and they respond with echoes of the screams of the present.
Fresh wounds ripped across the good earth, flora scarred for life; what screams and laments of the forsaken never reach our ears?

Outside the system, those who drift between loneliness and isolation, cry in their own unheard tones.
Are these laments on empty rationalization? On falsehearted lifestyles? At times like these the pain never recedes.

This collection noiselessly peels back oversight to reveal the times in which we now live.
It enquires as to where we are headed.

Hironori Naito, Playwright
Translator : Wanda Miyata

行方

どうしようもない今を、私達はどう歩き続けたらよいのだろうか。
どう走り抜けたらよいのだろうか。どう眺めたらよいのか…。
目を伏せて、視界を狭めて歩こうか。目を固くつむり、首を振りながら我武者羅の走行か。直視して立ち止まるか…。
決して立ち止まらず、見なかったことにして行き過ぎる私達は、
それをすれば耐え難い叫びを聞かざるを得ず、くり返し胸を襲われることを知っているからなのである。

この写真家はそれを恐れない。非日常にして見過ごしてしまいたい「それ」や「これ」の叫びに引き寄せられて行く。
逃げ場のない密集と雑居、その圧迫の叫びは、どんな声なき現実か。
過去、遺品かと思えても、今もそうしてあるなら、現在であると叫ぶ谺だ。大地の生傷、植物の古傷、叫ぶのは届かない孤独の悲鳴。
システムの外側へはみ出してしまった、もしくは,空しい合理、もしかするとインチキな生活、けれども痛みの引くことのない今日。
それが私達の眺める今だと、この写真集は沈黙する。そして、その今の行方を捜している。

劇作家 内藤 裕敬