Masahisa Fukase
Darwin returns to Masahisa Fukase where autobiography corrodes into evidence. The work folds inward: marriage, exile, birds, repetition as damage. We gravitate toward books made after collapse, sequences where authorship leaks. Fukase rhymes here with Araki’s compulsions and Scandinavian diarists, but darker — circulation stalled, archive bruised. Images behave like afterimages, insisting on return rather than narrative. Time loops, authorship fractures and intimacy is staged against disappearance.
