Bright colour, texture, and decay caught my eye in Kagoshima with this image. It sometimes seems 3-dimensional, like you could run your fingers over the surface.
This is one of a large set of images that I took during my last year living in Japan. Looking back at them now, I can see how introspective many of them are, and some of them seem infused with a sentimental or bittersweet melancholy. Having spent the better part of six years in Japan and being acutely aware of my imminent departure and the parting of ways from so many beloved friends and family, I suppose it was understandable. I named this after one of my favourite artists, Seattle troubadour Damien Jurado for his music which, for me, emulates so many of the same qualities that I mentioned above.
For those wondering, the image is a macro detail of a plastic bench at the stop where I used to take the tram in South Kagoshima. The scratches accumulated over time as generations of children’s school bags and office worker’s briefcases left their mark. I think the macro detail has always added to a certain element of mystery to the image that has always made it one of most lasting and most popular.