These are photos from Brautigan’s book, The Tokyo-Montana Express.
Talking to Gary and Jason about lighting, and Gary about my fascination with Brautigan’s particular reference of wind.
If Tokyo is all dark night clubs and neon, with cluttered, metallic electronic sounds, what is Montana? Humming white light? Huge over bright expanses? It would be interesting if the sound of the expanse is artificially produced. Or played on instruments.
Wind blows everything away. Even the lovely spiders. The wind via Brautigan reminds me of ashes, stripping away, blank, exposed, unbeautiful. Cold. The past.
“So The Wind Won’t Blow It All Away…