Tiny Sachiko

Sachiko, a Japanese woman in her mid 60s who is a punk grandmother: tall white liberty-spike mohawk, laugh lines, small silver nose ring, reading glasses on a beaded chain, a black studded leather biker jacket covered in patches worn over a cream knitted cardigan with pearl buttons, plaid skirt, Dr. Martens boots. A tiny 10cm-tall Sachiko sitting on the rim of a giant ceramic coffee cup on a sunny kitchen table, sipping from her own normal-sized-for-her espresso cup, steam rising from the giant cup behind her, a giant hand about to pick up the cup, morning window light, macro photography. The giant hand grabs the cup and swings it up, tiny Sachiko grabs the rim and hangs on, coffee sloshing in a wave beside her, she pulls herself up and sits back down with her espresso; macro camera whips and tracks with the cup through the air in one fast move.