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Mitsu

USA

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“Mitsu has a soul that desires to create and share beauty with the world.”

For many years she expressed her artistic vision with paint, on canvas, and even on walls and ceilings transforming her childrens' rooms into magical kingdoms and outer space fantasies and a bathroom into a medieval castle complete with cracked stone walls covered in climbing ivy.

Coffeyville Kansas was once a bustling Cowtown and the site of the infamous bank robbery by the Dalton Gang in 1892. On October 5, at 20 minutes after 9 in the morning, three members of the gang entered the Condon Bank and demanded money from the safe. A quick-thinking teller told them the safe was on a time lock and could not be opened until 9:30. The delay allowed the townspeople time to arm themselves. They subsequently killed the gang members as they tried to make their escape.
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After an accident that required the rebuilding of her hand, she searched for a way to continue to share her dreams of light, color, nature’s brilliant beauty, and exquisite timeless history.

Cow Crossing

Color Photography

$100

This picture was taken on a foggy morning as the sun slowly rose, the aroma of autumn wafted past, and the last lingering leaves drifted from trees with bare branches. The fall harvesters have finished, leaving this Missouri backroad lined with stubbled fields. The first time I saw the crossing, cows were meandering across the tracks while the engineer patiently held the train, allowing them to move safely to the other side. The cows failed to appear on subsequent trips back with my camera.

She eventually picked up a camera and now uses her artist's eye to pinpoint the miraculous dwelling among the mundane, to expose the color residing in the shadows.

“Mitsu’s photographs invite the viewer to easily picture themselves in the scene she framed.”

She allows all of nature to tell its own playful tales of grasses tickling the trunks of stalwart trees, ripples of lake water timidly brushing a rocky bank and retreating, a brilliant moon hanging over treetops illuminating the world for night creatures.

“Looking at her pictures, one can almost hear the wind calling to the flowers to sway and protect their fragile petals as it rushes past.”

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With a click of the shutter, she raises history from obscurity. A dilapidated church leaning into its own past shares remembrances of days when pews were filled with the faithful and hymns echoed off the rafters. A rusted railway trestle spanning a gorge invites the viewer on a journey of the mind. And an abandoned dust draped farm with a lonely windmill prompts the seer to long for simpler times.