Light comes down on the road that I have walked along…
Many forgotten sounds cast invisible shadows upon the road, breathing as hidden pictures.
Why are we rushing towards an unknown destination that lies so far away?
We believe that something better must be waiting for us there...in the future...
But what will we encounter at the end of the road?
The beautiful sounds that have been hidden behind the white shadows cast on the road of our lives
talk to us, breathing as hidden pictures.
...Mother's lullaby, playing with friends...flowing clouds...sounds of the wind...prayers...
I intend to depict such sounds of everyday life, which come with long shadows and then disappear, through a cello solo.
...The sounds that I hear today...will also probably shine behind the invisible white shadows tomorrow...
