What are these repeated machinations of a world gone mad and doused in a thousand oils? It is the mechanical clinking of the behavioral timepiece that sooner or later falls into silence—which is always, of course, only for a while. From time to time, whenever I have the opportunity on…
In a succession of shots inside a silk factory showing the long piston-like production lines and the bits and pieces of a mechanical world, the parameters of O-Tsune’s own world become apparent: it is that of an endless toiling so that her son, the young and prepubescent Ryosuke, can finish…
