Takashi Shibuya

One elephant lives in a mountain. He spends his life drawing pictures and fishing. Pigs with swollen crotches live in the city. The city is full of towers. One day a tower is built near the elephant’s cabin, the elephant starts to climb it.

A man walks. His form wobbles precariously. The world is hard to tell subjective or objective. His body is cut in pieces. Only the power of image can make these unite.