In 2014 I left New York on what became a three-year odyssey, leaving my home and all attachments behind; I became “unmoored.” As I journeyed, I sought to reconcile with life because of the disconnection I felt since my father suddenly passed away. I paused where I could feel both the presence of everyday humanity and the tranquility of nature. As a child, I would gaze out from my Tokyo high-rise window at the sprawling city below and found an elusive calmness through that frame. I turned again to looking out at life through windows, where the presence of someone departed could still be felt.
