Today at work, I got to look through Rinko Kawauci’s beautiful photography book Cui Cui. She delicately captures her family over a span of 13 years, illuminating quiet meals, peaceful moments, and a hauntingly serene neighborhood full of tradition and wonder. I loved how simple and unplanned the photographs felt; two cats waiting patiently for left overs, bees so tenderly landing on one living flower in a bare field, and the heartbreaking withering health of her dear grandparents. She made me feel her world, each photograph only tightening her hold on my personal investment and sure enough, as the inevitable approached, I had tears in my eyes.
That is good art.
That is all.