88 temples, 1,200 kilometres, an island in southern Japan. The Shikoku Pilgrimage is one of the oldest pilgrimage routes in the world, and one of the few where you walk alone, yet are never truly alone.

Tradition calls this ‘Dōgyō ninin’: walking in pairs, always accompanied by the monk Kōbō Daishi, who once walked the path himself.

I walked this trail in two stages, in 2025 and 2026, covering 950 kilometres. What interested me wasn’t reaching the end. It was the journey itself: the hours spent between the temples, the bamboo forest, the water that keeps reappearing. Those moments when the path ceases to be a path and becomes something else.

The images in this exhibition were created during the first two stages of the journey: the path of awakening and the path of asceticism. They are not a documentary record.

They show what 950 kilometres can do to a person: the struggle, the moments of pause, the gradual rediscovery of oneself.