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At the beginning of each year and on other occasions, I visit Shinto shrines. I am always interested in looking at the mirrors and pure white paper hangings placed at the end of the shrine toward which I put my hands together to pray. In a similar way, looking at the ancient ritual objects in the museum, I wonder why they are shaped like that. I am attracted to “forms” that people have continued to create in order to honor something invisible.

Over the past three years or so, I lost my family members and friends, and I have had many opportunities to meet people who lost their loved ones. When …