YeuX Nouveaux seeing with new eyes after Kyotographie
Daniel Mulcahy (Kyoto)
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Not long ago, my girlfriend Tabia started learning French on Zoom. Once a week, I hear the sounds come through the door that bisects our apartment, familiar vowels sliding into place. It is wonderfully comforting. She has an artist’s ear for the music of language and delights in the silliness of finding new voices. This time last year, Tabia’s father Mario was murdered, shot dead one night on a street in Fresno. California was far, the airlines closed or throttled with quarantine procedures. With no way home, she needed space to herself to grieve. No small mercy, the tragedy coincided with Kyotographie—an international photography festival that annually spans the city with marvellous works of art. For a week and more, she walked from exhibition to exhibition, measuring her grief against the vagaries of experience she found there. At the end of those two weeks, she wrote her father’s eulogy.
