gJyoudoh (the home of a Bodhisattva, or Buddhist saint)
Ifve always thought that those in this world born with deformities, or who lose freedom of
movement in accidents and mishaps, were living a life of continued suffering. Perhaps because
of bad deeds in a previous life, or because theyfre pathetically unfortunate.
In a rest home I met a young girl. She was nothing but skin and bones, barely even breathing
while she lie down. Why was she born like this, and what are we supposed to learn from it?
To understand the meaning of her existence, I decided to photograph her.
People who gradually become smaller as the body expends all its water,
people whose bodies rot as their skin peels off and their figures turn red
people whose heads gradually expand from water that has collected within,
people with part of their feet or hands unusually large, and soon.
Ifve met and photographed many people like that, living with afflictions that
are not explainable, and for whom a cure is said to be hopeless.
Yet even in that state, when I looked upon them without cringing, I saw how
truly natural each one of their lives really were. I came to feel the presence of
Bodhisattva within their bodies. These people were the gIncarnation of
Bodhisattva,h the children of God.