ASPHALT IV

仲間が一人死んだ。
首吊り自殺だった。
奴が死んでも何ひとつ変わったことはない。
仲間達はもう奴のことを忘れていく。
そして俺も奴のことを忘れていく。
奴の顔が見たくて写真を探してみた。
一枚もなかった。

自分が大事だと思っている仲間だったのに。
奴らを撮り始めた。
自分のまわりを夢中で撮った。
もう失われないように,作品の中に閉じ込めてしまおうと。
そしたら自分が見えて来た。。。。
まじめとは言えないけれどそれなりに
格好良い人生を歩んで行く彼等が大好きだ。

A friend of mine lost his life.
He hanged himself to death.
My friends are so quick to forget him.
I, too, am moving on without him.
I wanted to see his face,
so I looked for a picture.
I could not find a single one.
Even though he was a very good friend of mine.

I started taking photos of my friends.
I became obsessed with taking pictures of my surroundings.
I did not want to lose any more than I lost already,
I wanted to lock them into my works.
That has become a way to find myself...
I would not call them studious by any means,
but I admire their ways of approaching life.
They are cool by their own standards.