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Date & Time:   After 5 pm, 10th of September, 2018 

Duration: approx. 30 min  

Location:     A park in Iwaki City, Fukushima Prefecture, Japan    

 

 

I found a pink sand bag at the DIY store in Tomioka Town, Fukushima Prefecture.

Because of Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster that happened after the 2011 Tohoku earthquake and tsunami, there are a huge amount of sand bags packed with contaminated soil left behind in some areas of Fukushima. While black sand bags may have more symbolic impressions for general public to remind of contaminated soil inside, I chose to buy a pink sand bag which reminded me of something like a pupa with gentle light pink/flesh color. 

 

I wanted to become the soil packed in the bag for my experiential performance.

Or, become a creature who was accidentally mixed in the soil and contained in the bag.  

 

The fertile soil that has been originally the source of richness became a symbol of dirt and dangerous existence to be isolated. The contained soil cultures the consciousnesses of both perpetrators and victims. 

 

Abandoned, miserable feelings are there.

Stuffy, stifle and uncomfortable struggling in a small bag. 

And when she finally comes out from the bag, she finds uneasy, discomfort feeling and a sense of guilt. This is what I experienced during the performance.   

 

Still, she desires to touch the earth. She desires to return to her own source. 

Even if she is seen as dirty, as a detrimental mass for those who are nearby, she permitted herself to go back to the earth. That is a proof of the fact that she is exactly the nature itself, and it was a nature's right. 

 

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After a while since the performance started, the cloudy sky eventually turned into slight rain, and as the sound of rain knocking on the bag got stronger, it became pouring rain and even began to roar of thunder. Thus it became a truly muddy performance. Hunger and conflicts for the earth, and the process of coming out from the bag was granted under the grace of intense rain. 

 

 

Photography 

1 & 2: Pink sand bags which I saw in the deserted shopping street at Tomioka Town.  

3 & 4: Rehearsal during the midnight at Furutakiya, a hot-spring ryokan of Iwaki city. I was considering this lobby and corridors also as a option for venue of my performance. 

5: In the center of the vacant land, there is a grass-less ground as if roundly harvested. It became the spot to start and end the performance.