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I'm a Finland born photographer living in Japan. I take photos of people.
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Cry

We are taught to be afraid the world. We are told not to show our tears because it’s a sign vulnerability, and that there might be someone who would hurt us. How many times have I heard a parent telling their child the words, “stop crying”? The very fundament of self confidence is destroyed, like cutting a nip of a flower.
We cannot believe ourselves in this world for this reason.

Blueberry

I call her Blueberry.

I am deeply thankful for those who let me to take pictures of them.
These pictures are my treasure.

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My favorite words

I always feel sad when I see stars on women’s nipple.
Why I have to hide a part of my body?

A friend of mine a yoga teacher, said these words. She’s my hero.

As a photographer I could not agree more. Especially in Japan, woman’s body is a victim of both ignorance and over sexualisation. Loving and adoration of the beauty of woman’s bare skin is something incomprehensible for the mainstream audience in Japan, and they are sure to complain whenever there is as much as a nipple without a star covering it.

Yet, these same people silently approve gravia idol magazines and late night TV shows. They never complain about it.

I strongly believe women’s body should be freed from this miserable era.

Lensculture Exposure Awards Entry

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I joined Lensculture Exposure awards competition with a single image entry.  I feel quite satisfied with this image so I selected it spontaneously with innocent mind. If I had tried to select it with more effort I think I would have not been able to make a good choice. Of course this photo has no title, only title I could think of would be “Yoko”, the name of the woman in picture.

I can respect the photos Lensculture selects, and also the letter I received from the curator regarding my last entry was honest and very helpful.

When I ride my bicycle

When I was a young, my father taught me a basic bicycle maintenance. Just a basic things like checking the air in the tires, putting the chain back back on the gears when it fell off, and patching the tires if they got broken. His hands were strong and steady and I felt there was nothing he couldn’t fix.

You could say that in our world today, knowledge like that doesn’t make much difference. All you need to do is take the bicycle to the shop and they’ll repair and maintain it, often for free.  But I want to teach my son one day how to do those things, just the same.

I love riding a bicycle. Bicycles are simple, agile and quiet. They don’t make noise or pollution and they never block the traffic. On weekdays I take my son to the kindergarten by my pink electric assist bicycle, “a mother chariot” (mama-chari) as they are known in Japan. It’s super comfortable to drive. “Japanese women really are smart”, I thought when I tried it first time.

I love the feeling of fresh air on my cheek in morning when we ride together with my son. I say good morning to the handsome man checking the traffic near a construction site on the way, and sometimes I chat with some of the mothers in the kindergarten. Sometimes we talk about bicycles, sometimes about weather or other topics. These moments are treasures of my life.

I think about death a lot. I used to think about it when I was in my twenties but now even more. I might get hit by a truck when I’m crossing a road. Or maybe I fall on stairs and my skull cracks open. There is no way of knowing when, but one day for sure will be the last day. We must have courage to look at the beauty in our lives.. No, we must celebrate it!

Like many others such as me, I have spent my days in a fog, locking myself into my small space. I was stupid and selfish and hurt my friends who just wanted to help me. I said I was depressed, but actually I was just a shit head, as the crow outside my window said. Yet people forgave me. Ignoring my selfish words, they offered me their hand again. Thinking about my friends is like feeling the sunshine on my cheek.

There are many kinds of roads to choose, expressways, landscape routes and even small paths in the forest you can only walk. If this was your last day, which one would you choose?

There is a song by Blonde Redhead which has the line “But we’ll have fine time not getting there”. Perhaps arriving there doesn’t matter as much as how we spend the time getting there. The biggest present we can give to someone is time.

One day I will drive my bicycle in Kamakura and stare at the sea. It will be a perfect day, and I will say thanks for the crow. The sea will be gentle a there will be neither regret or fear. Perhaps my son will be driving his bicycle elsewhere, gaining mileage in his own odometer, looking at the same scenery.

You only live once.

タブーについて

タブーについて書きたいこと。
みんなが持っている体のパーツは卑猥ではないと思ってます。人間の体はとっても美しくて神聖なもの。どう見ても、たとえば医学用語にいやらしさは感じられません。
じゃ、何が下品なのか? たとえばボクシング。暴力の誇示。人を襲うことは非道です。人間を殺す娯楽ゲームはもっと卑劣です。
私たちは肉体と欲求の真の美しさに目覚める必要があります。

I want to write about taboo.

Human body parts that everyone have cannot appear obscene for me. Human body is amazingly beautiful  sacred thing. No matter how I look, I cannot find obscenity in medical words, for example.

So what is obscene then? For example boxing. Display of violence. To attack another human is obscene. Video games that display killing and harming humans is extremely obscene.

We must wake up to realize the beauty of human body and desire.