I'm looking through Yamamoto Masao's book Small Things in Silence which I received in the mail this week. The images in it when looked at carefully invite contemplation and introspection. From his own words: "When I look back upon my path, I realize that the one consistent motif in my work was my obsession for small things. I feel joy when I discover seemingly insignificant things that may be easily overlooked. I am interested in those awkward feelings—such as when you miss a button hole or are stalled and lost in a disorienting fog. I prefer whispering my messages in a soft voice instead of speaking them out loud. My messages may be soft as to be mistaken for illusions." And from the foreword which also talks about the physical appearance and texture of Yamamoto's prints which can be held in the palm of a hand: "There are artists whose large-format images or "strong" subject matter strike us like an arrow, straight to the eyes, in the sole aim of making us breathe in the acrid stench of our time. Masao Yamamoto is not one of them; he stands rather at the antipodes to them. His photographs do not even reach us easily: we have to go out ourselves to meet them; and, because of their small format, we have to get up close to them, as if putting our eye to a keyhole. In contrast to the violent or spectacular nature of many contemporary images, Yamamoto offers softness and subtlety, which is not to say blandness or conformity of any kind; his softness is like that of a mist the landscape and transmutes it. Nor does his art corresponds to any of the current formalisms; not even to that dusty old label, established by the avant-garde movements of the twentieth century, which periodically requires artists to pay homage to the notion of a permanent rupture. On the contrary, his personal poetics are faithful to his cultural tradition, and he lives apart from the inertia that propels many contemporary artistic trends." - Jacobo Siruela The effects of time is also a central theme in Yamamoto's work and printmaking technique. But the question is: Did you ever make a photograph of a seemingly small thing ( not in a physical sense necessarily, but more in a 'lost moment' kinda way ). And what was it that made you take such a photograph? I can only think of one such image myself. I took this photograph of a plastic bag that was caught in a tree in Chicago in 2010. A seemingly small thing that meant and still means the world to me when I look at it because of all the ( small ) things that had to happen for me to be there at that moment at that exact spot to take a picture of...fate, a found memory, a lost dream...? Some kind of sensation that I can't put into words.