Andras Ikladi — Photographer

Place M Gallery, Tokyo 9 February 2026

I arrived in Tokyo about a week ago to hold an exhibition, and Shinjuku has already wrapped itself around me like a myth I'm not yet allowed to touch. It's impossible not to feel the weight of its photographic history—the ghosts of decades of dialogue staring back from every neon-lit alley—while I came without my usual conceptual spine, telling myself I would simply respond; anything preconceived tasted of arrogance. For the first few days I felt paralysed, it was pointless even to try, and meeting the local photographers only confirmed it: their relationship to this city is sustained, obsessive, earned, so anything I forced now would be little more than aesthetic tourism. So I stopped trying to produce. I walk all day observing, letting the silence do the teaching, and in that quiet refusal my trust in the process deepens—whatever is truly mine will surface later, when it becomes unavoidable.

2015–2018