Crows are perpetually haunted by negative imagery.
Because of their habit of scavenging at battlefields and graveyards, they have been viewed as omens of death since antiquity. In the Middle Ages, they were branded as “familiars of witches,” a characterization that persists even in modern manga and anime. In urban areas today, they are shunned as pests—scavenging through trash and piercing the air with their raucous cries.

Yet, they are simply living. They merely happen to possess traits that are inconvenient for humans.
When I see a crow perched atop a man-made structure, looking down upon the city as if it were a pedestal, I feel a sense of liberation. I find myself interpreting it—through my own human lens, once again—as a silent act of defiance.

Through my photography, I seek to rebalance the scales of the crow’s image. Today, I look up again at the crow on its pedestal.
Lest we forget, in ancient Japanese mythology, the crow was once revered as a messenger of the gods.