DIE OF LOVE BY HIDEKA TONOMURA
Following earlier photobooks (“They Called Me Yukari”, “Mama Love”) in which Hideka Tonomura processed the seedier sides of life, her new work “die of Love” can be considered as her own “theatre of love” - a love story woven by happiness, sadness, difficulties and ridiculousness. Printed in thick, rich colors on fine, almost vulnerably thin paper, Tonomura’s images build towards an impression of the wavering between hope and despair in life.
“Love has no form
If love has a form,
let it be a photograph in the very end
It’s nothing but paper
Just laugh -
Life itself is ridiculous, after all
Ah, a tragicomedy, it is”
— Hideka Tonomura, "die of love"
Following earlier photobooks (“They Called Me Yukari”, “Mama Love”) in which Hideka Tonomura processed the seedier sides of life, her new work “die of Love” can be considered as her own “theatre of love” - a love story woven by happiness, sadness, difficulties and ridiculousness. Printed in thick, rich colors on fine, almost vulnerably thin paper, Tonomura’s images build towards an impression of the wavering between hope and despair in life.
“Love has no form
If love has a form,
let it be a photograph in the very end
It’s nothing but paper
Just laugh -
Life itself is ridiculous, after all
Ah, a tragicomedy, it is”
— Hideka Tonomura, "die of love"
Following earlier photobooks (“They Called Me Yukari”, “Mama Love”) in which Hideka Tonomura processed the seedier sides of life, her new work “die of Love” can be considered as her own “theatre of love” - a love story woven by happiness, sadness, difficulties and ridiculousness. Printed in thick, rich colors on fine, almost vulnerably thin paper, Tonomura’s images build towards an impression of the wavering between hope and despair in life.
“Love has no form
If love has a form,
let it be a photograph in the very end
It’s nothing but paper
Just laugh -
Life itself is ridiculous, after all
Ah, a tragicomedy, it is”
— Hideka Tonomura, "die of love"