In the autumn of 2007 I visited the work of Masao Yamamoto at The Center for Photographic Art in Carmel, California. I had seen his little jewels before, but never in an exhibition. The prints were perhaps an inch by an inch and a half. One wall might have but one print. Another had a cluster of many tucked together off to the side.
The artist statement was as follows: ”When looking at my installation, I would like the viewer not to try to understand. Rather, as a landscape, for example, please just view or take a look. Haiku moment is a translation of the moment when a haiku takes shape, and it is probably a moment that comes to you suddenly, striking your feelings. Likewise, my installation often reveals its story in front of my eyes at the last minute before the de-installation. It is difficult, however, to describe it by words.”