Off Nagasaki, my boat docks on the shores of Hashima, an abandoned island which once harboured an important mining community until one day, in 1974, its population was summarily evicted. I collect archives on the life that was once lived here, I wander through the ruins as I wander through my memory, looking for a missing image.
Off Nagasaki, my boat docks on the shores of Hashima, an abandoned island which once harboured an important mining community until one day, in 1974, its population was summarily evicted. I collect archives on the life that was once lived here, I wander through the ruins as I wander through my memory, looking for a missing image.
