Yasu Na


I sometimes wish to be independent of colors.

Colors die out with light.


I took a black and white photograph of trees in the rain.

Flowers were going down because of the rain.


Leaves depend on a single color.

Flowers are certainly colorful and beautiful.

But the figures are thin.


Leaves are stronger than flowers.

Leaves live longer than flowers.

Leaves are brighter than flowers.


Now I appreciate the photograph of trees.

I still get drips from the leaves in my eye.

It’s raining inside the photograph forever.