Osami Yabuta

WALTZ

薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta
薮田 修身 | Osami Yabuta


「waltz」は、音楽とダンスの両方に関連する英単語である。音楽の観点からは、3拍子のリズムを持つ楽曲を指す。特に、19世紀のウィーンで流行したクラシック音楽の一種である。ダンスの観点からは、この音楽に合わせて踊る社交ダンスの一種を指す。円を描くように踊る特徴的なステップがあり、カップルで踊ることが一般的である。


動きの中に間があっても、動いてしまう
それは闇の中に目では見えない線を引き
何かの痕跡を写真の中にリズムのように残す
まるで音が鳴っていたかのように
例えるなら
僕と君、二人で踊るWALTZだった


時の流れとその痕跡には、瞬間的な美しさや儚さが静かに宿り
それを捕まえることで、日常の中で生きる自分が持つ感情
そして記憶を映し出す


それが不完全な形であっても


The word “waltz” belongs equally to music and to dance.
In music, it embodies the gentle rhythm of three beats —
a pulse once echoed through nineteenth-century Vienna.
In dance, it becomes motion:
two bodies drawing circles through time,
their steps weaving invisible lines across the dark.
Even in stillness, movement persists.
These unseen gestures carve traces —
rhythmic, almost melodic — within the frame of a photograph,
as if the echo of sound had remained.
It was, perhaps, a waltz we danced —
you and I, suspended between motion and pause.
In the flow of time and its quiet residues
lies a fleeting, fragile beauty.
To capture it is to reflect the emotions and memories
that dwell within the self as it lives the everyday.
Even in its imperfection,
the form breathes — incomplete, yet alive.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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Model : Mayu Masuda


The word “waltz” belongs equally to music and to dance.
In music, it embodies the gentle rhythm of three beats —
a pulse once echoed through nineteenth-century Vienna.
In dance, it becomes motion:
two bodies drawing circles through time,
their steps weaving invisible lines across the dark.


Even in stillness, movement persists.
These unseen gestures carve traces —
rhythmic, almost melodic — within the frame of a photograph,
as if the echo of sound had remained.
It was, perhaps, a waltz we danced —
you and I, suspended between motion and pause.


In the flow of time and its quiet residues
lies a fleeting, fragile beauty.
To capture it is to reflect the emotions and memories
that dwell within the self as it lives the everyday.
Even in its imperfection,
the form breathes — incomplete, yet alive.