17 Mar A less ordinary performance in Tsukiji

I stopped – at times – from taking pictures of the performance. I was experiencing the whole thing through all my pores – the music, the dance, the lighting, the concept. A much needed performance in a metropolis like Tokyo – a house lent to art, and art in its purest form – a psychedelic mixture of rhythmic music, sound, movement and lighting. And some words, here and there, rare but all the more powerful – a young Japanese sarariman clenched in his lack of choice, in the despair of a life lost to a society that doesn’t allow freedom of expression, of choice, of desire. You may never touch the vibrating, beautiful body of a woman who desires you, because the invisible moral guardian of this orwellian mechanism you’re part of keeps you both living in fear of your own thoughts. All you have now is a mannequin you can dress up and caress as if it were a woman. You may never be able to scream out the desperation you feel on the crowded train, when they step on your toes and act distantly polite, cold, emotionless, but you can imagine yourself as strong and as assertive as you want to be in your own head. You’re only safe from tatemae and restraint in your own imagination, you think. Although probably not even there.

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RESTLESS LEG
Artist: Makoto Nakajima
Music – Ryoco Monster
Painting – Shogo Yusunoki
Lights – Akariya Fumidzuki