Fluid, spectacular, ancient. It's the trees one visits in Yakushima, a forest where time seems to come to a halt or might have never existed at all. I notice how Spring has arrived here, how the leaves and branches show off their "sakura" splendor. Through texture and strange windings, they whisper Japanese hymns to me of spirits and monsters from their past, our present, a future. They speak of tranquility and flourishing, of how they can only live when left alone and free, protected, far away from our human craze to try and tame them.
Photography by Silvia Conde.
Words by Valerie Steenhaut.