The Absence of Two
写真・言葉 / 吉田亮人
デザイン / 吉田亮人
印刷 / 吉田亮人
製本 / 吉田亮人
箱制作 / 吉田亮人
The Absence of Two
Self Publish Book 2017
111 Limited Copies
Photography, words/Akihito Yoshida
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The town kunitomi is located Miyazaki Prefecture in Kyushu Japan. This
small and peaceful rural town with it’s field is where my grandmother,who
was born in 1928, and my cousin Daiki, who was born in 1980, lived together.
On behalf of his busy parents, ,y grandmother carefully raised and took care
of Daiki from the time he was a child, living with him in the same house,
eating and sleeping in the same room together.
“I attended his elementary school entrance ceremony, you know. All the other
children’s mothers were young, and I’m sure Daiki wasn’t happy with being
the only one who’s grandma showed up. I bet the teachers also wondered why
his grandma had come”
So my grandmother said one day, as she showed me a photo album. It
contained photographs of many memorable moments, from his Shichi-Go-
San celebration and elementary school entrance ceremony to his sports day.
The album was like one that could be found in any home, the only slight
difference being that my grandmother a ways appe red along with Daiki in
For my grandmother, Daiki was no doubt a treasure that had been entrusted
to her during the late years of her life. Ever time I visited my grandmother’s
house, she told me various stories about Daiki. Always sitting next to her on
these occasions was a young Daiki, with a beaming smile on his face.
Meanwhile, for Daiki, my grandmother must have been the very “place where
he belonged.” Their time together over many years gave birt to a bond that
transcended the usual relationship between “grandmother” and “grandchild”-
a strong sense of and trust flowed within both of them. One Daiki mentioned
“Since I grew up showered by grandma’s affection, I think it’s natural that I
take care of her until she dies.”
True to his words, Daiki remained by my grandmother’s side ever after
becoming a student at a nursing university, continuing to live with her and
fully devoting himself to her care.
Until I began photographing them, I had observed their small everyday world
as nothing out of the ordinary. The image of Daiki off to university. The image
of the two of them relaxing on the floor, chatting about small things. Now,
however, every time I look at the images I continued to document of the two
thought my lens, as both a family member and a photographer , these
seemingly ordinary scenes appear as precious moment.
This story was supposed to come to an end with my grandmother’s death,
which would no doubt come in the not-so-distant future. However, it
unexpectedly ended in a different way.
“I wonder where he’s gone to? He went out on his motorbike and hasn’t been
At the end of February in 2014, Daiki suddenly went missing. There being
nothing she could do, my grandmother just stood in front of the window and
kept waiting for Daiki to return home. Almost a year passed without any word
of his whereabouts, until one day Daiki’s body was found in the anything
behind, and had brought an end to the 23 years of his life. Like lush green
leaves that turn brown and fall with the passing of the seasons. As if following
in his footsteps, in the following year my grandmother passed away.
The last thing that remained were countless photographs of the two and their
life together, all the time needing each other, supporting each other, and
caring for each other. Thought there photographs, which capture images of
his small everyday life in this rural town, I try to reach out to them, and to
engage in a dialogue with them once again.