all images are 50 x75 cm each except the central piece of Bride's briber75 x 140 cm, Diasec, edition of 8 (except under the sea sand edition of 12), 1997-2001

Seesaw spotting
The internal scar

The eye was in the tomb and was  looking
 
Victor Hugo

Can one photograph what is missing?

Even more difficult, can one from his own story express within an image what didn't take place?
What didn't take place can't ever have a place?

Can one photograph what happened in the past that had not passed?

Oddly yes,says these images silently.

For the eye naturally turned towards the outside world,only seems to be here to capture glim's of eternal present and witness another vision.
 An inner vision, buried in the past of the child we were and keeps it forever prisoner of his eyes. And the eye is the bridge that links the past and the present, the pain and the remission of a relentless wound.
And dialog starts, not only between ourselves, the one we are and the one we will never be but also we, the audience, to share an aching secret.

While some photographers have had the mad ambition to photograph the mind, Miki Nitadori show us the photographs that are like many stitches.  
                                                                                                                                                                       Gaspard Delanoe

La Cicatrice Interieure

<L’oeil était dans la tombe et regardait>　                                           

Victor Hugo

Peut-on photographier ce qui manque?

Plus difficile encore, peut-on à partir de sa propre histoire tenter de rendre par
l'image ce qui n'a pas eu lieu? Ce qui n'ayant jamais eu lieu n'aura jamais lieu?

Etrangement Oui, semblent nous dire silencieusement ces images. Car L'oeil, naturellement tourne vers l'exterieur, ne semble ici saisir des reflets de l'eternel present que pour témoigner d'une autre vision,vision interieure, enfouie dans un passé que l'enfant que nous fumes, retient à tout jamais dans ses prunelles, prisonniere. Mais de cette prison, de cette blessure dont on ne guerit pas, l'oeil est le pont, entre passé et present entre souffrance et remission.
 
Alors peut commencer le dialogue, non seulement entre soi et soi, celui qui l'on ne sera jamais, mais aussi avec autres regardeurs et tenter ainsi de partager un secret douloureux.

Certains photographes eurent, dit-on, l'ambition démente de photographier la pensée ; Miki Nitadori nous donne à voir des photographies qui sont autant de point de suture.
                                                                                                              GASPARD DELANOE