I still clearly remember the moment when my mother told me about my grandmother's suicide. 

After my mother got married, soon she gave birth to her first child. At the beginning of her happy family life, my grandmother hanged herself.

I was moved so strongly by photographs of my parents' wedding which is held half a century ago. "These people do not know what is going to happen in the future." I was so shocked by the idea. Just a few years later, my grandmother committed suicide and my mother started to suffer longtime anguish which make her feel suicidal. Somehow she survived and gave birth to me. About 50 years later I came across those photographs with knowledge of their tragic history. Suddenly I started to take a shot of those pictures, as if for me this is the only way to get involved in their story. While I was manipulating those pictures almost unconsciously, I found it changed into something like scenes of a drama which is played in ancient times. Colors and lights are reversed, life and death collide with each other, and celebration mingle with grief. These works are a memorial service of light for my ancestors.