From the banta cliffs of Okinawa, mabui - the spirits of the land, of the deceased - led me into the gama caves below.
These caves are the sacred home of Okinawa's spirits - its ancestors, its history, its memory.
I enter hesitantly - through the eeriness of the cave's dark, heavy air, through the remnants of war scattered on the ground.
Enveloped total darkness, what could I possibly see? Yet inside the earth's womb, deep in this darkness, the conversation continues.
With just a flashlight in hand, I search for anything I might find, unable to entirely illuminate my surroundings.
The shutter wide open, I enter into the image, my flashlight in hand, floating and conversing with mabui as the cave's interior slowly seeps into the camera.
What am I hearing? What can I express for them? How will these images of darkness speak to others?
These questions continue to resonate in my mind as I return from the blackness of the caves to my studio to draw out the spirits of this place.
――――Osamu James Nakagawa