In 1992, it was about a year past after I had moved to New York, I met Transsexuals. Hormones injection, and ample breasts of silicon, and penis carried body gave out atmosphere that is somehow peculiar, and both stiffness and softness created unique body lines, besides a scar in chest. They were too bolded, and determined to live as women, and were well aware of risking tided up around a crash barrier. It was an ordinary, and something that turns myself away most of the time, nevertheless I was chained down by the flowers, and was desperate to get their message.

One afternoon in 2006, lapse of 3 years after I got back to Tokyo, when I was drowning in tranquil days, I was gazing at a bunch of flowers, which were tided up around a crash barrier. It was an ordinary, and something that turns myself away most of the time, nevertheless I was chained down by the flowers, and was desperate to get their message.

Portraits of Flowers were personify and float around were they belongs and exist trying to relied on something sometimes. Like a spiritual master whom communicated with the dead, they leave traces of themselves and keep us conscious and they confide us their sentiments.After that they run dry swift to the death.

The Code hidden behind 9206 is maybe the Beauty of Transient Treasures.