Fumiko | Awarded Project - PhMuseum

Fumiko

  • The VHS filmed by my father shows a fragment of everyday scenery from my childhood. The visual of this video footage was endlessly repeating in my head while watching my mother dying.

  • My mother's cause of death was lung cancer. She was 47. After a valiant two-year battle, it spread all over her body despite all efforts.

  • My visit to my grandparents' house in 2018 led me to discover unfamiliar negatives and photos from my mother's childhood and early adulthood hidden in an old metal cookie box.

  • My mother was a tomboy.

  • She once told me that she didn't like her height because she was always taller than her male classmates.

  • Photographed by my father on their date before they got married.

  • I had a chance to visit my family house to photograph just before it got demolished. My mother spent most of her evening standing on this spot preparing dinner and washing dishes.

  • This superimposed image was created by scanning two negatives together. My mother is showing a sleepy expression towards my father's camera. And the rose planted in front of our house by her kept growing after her death.

  • My mother swimming in the sea on her honeymoon. And the scratch marks on the wall made by our dog.

  • Two years after my family house was demolished, I visited the place. The empty lot appeared to have been untouched, and it looked as if there had never been a house there at all.

  • Senbazuru, the one thousand origami cranes, is believed to make one wish come true in Japan. People often make it to wish their loved ones to recover from their illness. Making Senbazuru all by myself helped me distract my mind from confusion and anxiety.

  • The night felt much longer while staying in her hospital room.

  • This is the last picture of my mother taken when she was still alive. She had lost her sight and consciousness, so she was not seeing me. Her swollen face stole her familiar look away, but her eyes remained unchanged.

  • Page 2. I’m writing to you from the hospital now, but I should be released by next week (around July 14th). It’s pretty much decided. I heard from Dad that you’re going to come home for the fireworks in Nagaoka? Send me a text and let me know when you’ll be back. When I get out of the hospital, I’ll give you a call on the way home. I’m still in pain, but nowhere near as bad as before. I can’t walk for a long time yet, but I’m working hard at rehab and getting better little by little! By the way, you might think that the color of this stationery is plain (don’t tell Kanako I said that), but I picked it because they said that Libra’s lucky color for today is beige. I can’t wait to see you when you come home. Until then, be careful not to catch a summer cold. You must be meeting all sorts of people in Tokyo. Please make sure to take good care of yourself. Love, Mom P.S. Today is the Star Festival. It takes me back to when we wrote down our Tanabata wishes and decorated the house with them…

  • In this video footage, my mother fades out of the frame and moves behind the camera. It looks as if she is watching us from where she is now.

  • I made a handmade artist book with this project through the photobook making master class organized by Reminders Photography Stronghold in Tokyo.

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