A wabi sabi summer in Japan, observing that which is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete, produces a series of visual haiku in search of teeming street life bodies in emotion, and leaf prints in the mud.
A wabi sabi summer in Japan, observing that which is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete, produces a series of visual haiku in search of teeming street life bodies in emotion, and leaf prints in the mud.
