Yahn Kawamoto

This film has a structure like a Möbius loop, where reality and dream, dream and reality, are all in a row, and the loop repeats itself endlessly. There are scenes of conversations that seem to change location with each cut, or railroad crossings where up trains and down trains melt into one another, an exchange with a Polaroid brother from Tokyo at Osaka Castle, or a tennis scene. The artist's unique method and the expansion of images backed by it create a rich game of images and words.

This film has a structure like a Möbius loop, where reality and dream, dream and reality, are all in a row, and the loop repeats itself endlessly. There are scenes of conversations that seem to change location with each cut, or railroad crossings where up trains and down trains melt into one another, an exchange with a Polaroid brother from Tokyo at Osaka Castle, or a tennis scene. The artist's unique method and the expansion of images backed by it create a rich game of images and words.

This film has a structure like a Möbius loop, where reality and dream, dream and reality, are all in a row, and the loop repeats itself endlessly. There are scenes of conversations that seem to change location with each cut, or railroad crossings where up trains and down trains melt into one another, an exchange with a Polaroid brother from Tokyo at Osaka Castle, or a tennis scene. The artist's unique method and the expansion of images backed by it create a rich game of images and words.

This film has a structure like a Möbius loop, where reality and dream, dream and reality, are all in a row, and the loop repeats itself endlessly. There are scenes of conversations that seem to change location with each cut, or railroad crossings where up trains and down trains melt into one another, an exchange with a Polaroid brother from Tokyo at Osaka Castle, or a tennis scene. The artist's unique method and the expansion of images backed by it create a rich game of images and words.

This film has a structure like a Möbius loop, where reality and dream, dream and reality, are all in a row, and the loop repeats itself endlessly. There are scenes of conversations that seem to change location with each cut, or railroad crossings where up trains and down trains melt into one another, an exchange with a Polaroid brother from Tokyo at Osaka Castle, or a tennis scene. The artist's unique method and the expansion of images backed by it create a rich game of images and words.