ZEN FOTO GALLERY

Zen Foto Gallery is pleased to announce its new publication "Voyage" by Tamiko Nishimura, including approximately 220 monochrome works taken by the photographer in Asia and Europe from around 1987 to 2018. While “Voyage” mainly features Nishimura’s unpublished works, the book will also include a number of photographs from the series “Photo travelogue - Kaido” she published in the 90’s for the literary magazine “Gekko” founded by Tanka poet Yasuki Fukushima.

This book is comprised of photographs taken in Hong Kong in the '80s, Portugal, Nederland, United Kingdom and Turkey in the '90s, Vietnam, Vienna, Paris, Korea and Qingdao in the 2000s, Rome and Prague taken in the recent years, streets of Paris taken on the day after Paris attacks in November 2015, and more. Nishimura continues to capture works with a stance that never change no matter where she is, which can be found in her afterword “Travels and Memory.” Nishimura’s photography, revealing what is beyond a journey, is a manifold portrait of life wherever she encounters.

Traveling in Asia somehow makes me feel nostalgic. Back before I started elementary school, my mother forbade me to cross the Tabata Bridge over the nearby Jakuzure River. Beyond that was a big street busy with car traffic, but I just had to know what lay on the other side, so I ventured out alone without telling her. Over there were houses and a Buddhist nunnery. To the left were woods, deep green and gloomy even in daytime. My “wolf forest,” I called it. Further on I came to the No. 7 Ring Route, which was still unpaved at the time, though daunting enough to make me turn back. My expectations toward crossing the boundary, as well as my sheer wonder about how such places so steeped in secrets might actually connect with my secure, normal world, brought a subtle thrill to each step I took. There’s something of that feeling when I think back on my travels in Asia, the notion of nearby foreign lands just across a bridge. The Jakuzure River of my memories was paved over in the 1970s and is now a strolling lane. (...)

The spring of 1993 I quit a three-year stint as an editor, and went that summer to Portugal. A friend of mine had majored in Portuguese at college and before I knew it she’d talked me into traveling with her. We headed north from Lisbon to Guimarães, then caught an overnight train from Porto down south to Praia da Rocha. By the time we got back to Lisbon, the seasons had changed and the streets were aflutter with falling leaves. I believe it was this Portugal trip that set me on a course of travel and taking photographs in foreign countries.

Destinations often are spur of the moment things, chosen at the least instance. In 2010, I went to Honfleur in Normandy, the hometown of Erik Satie where Françoise Sagan owned a villa in her later years. I also stopped by Étretat where supposedly lived master thief Arsène Lupin, a favorite fictional character from my childhood. Then in 2011 it was off to Prague, all because of one short line my great-uncle wrote in his memoir: “Visited the Jewish cemetery in Prague.” Or again, that trip to Sardinia in 2013 was set in motion because I recalled a villain in an American movie had said he was from Sardinia. Some detail one might just as easily forget lingers in the mind, only to pique a fancy to head off somewhere.