I'm working at a hostel now and I have plenty opportunity to peek at someone's room.
Well, practically it's not their own rooms but still it's interesting to see how people use the rooms.
They're just like ateliers.
And I kind of think it's an art work everyone is making in everyday life.
To peek the room could be one of the aspect to get know the people.
It's just like reading a book to get the idea of one philosopher.
Observing others has been very intriguing since I was a child.
Even Madonna said she was curious about people's life so I'm sure you're also one of us.
This is a bit different story but at my hostel, Spanish and Italian are considered to be untidy and party animal and Irish as big drinkers.
(I'm sorry if this made you feel bad though these are just a representative opinion in a small community!)
Anyway I'm doubting "art" for long time.
What is the art? What is the artist?
I went to a few museum recently and I enjoyed it, however I'm not a big fun of art.
In some ways, probably we're tricked by museum, gallery, concert hall and so on...
Museum it self could be a trigger to draw a line between usual and unusual.
It may be a fine distinction but it affects our sensibility quite intensely.
In my case it's where I can be neutral spontaneously.
We humans are fairly simple, aren't we?
I found warmth from his works and momentary darkness of human,
A beautiful experiment was held with him a few years ago,
To read the article,
Not because I've read this article but sometimes I get so embarrassed when I bumped into street musicians.
Indeed some of them do fascinate me but I just can't share the moment with them.
I feel sorry for them and also to myself.
Some people just walk through and never pay attention or some clap their hands.
We can also find some smile and some give them a cold stare.
I have no idea how to put this but it's like we're living in the different time zone even if we're witnessing a same situation.
We're all artist as long as we exist that what I think.
People have said to me "You have very unique idea" so many times.
But I assume it should be... because each person have different heart beats.
They may be synchronized at some point but not always and most of times they're slightly out of harmony.
We're all uniquely designed.
And the dissimilarity is remarkably beautiful.
Although it's important to open your mind and listen to the others or not to be too scared of the stimulation.
Certainly art has side effect and it's so interesting to see because each person has it totally in different way.
I've had a photo exhibition once and I made a photo book with my writings.
"Is this how you see the world? I want to experience it."
"Interesting, but you're way too complicated."
"Those gave me a lot to think about."
They are several words I had given at the time.
Though, the words are created by them and I don't think I can get the exact idea what they really meant by them.
But I got scared because I thought I can't responsible for what people get from me.
Those were like aftereffects I haven't expected to occur.
After the exhibition, I had lost my appetite for taking pictures and writing for a while but I started it again.
No matter how hard I try, I can't be someone else and I'm "me" forever.
It could be painful sometime but I've started to enjoy the pain.
One of my friend said,
"Enjoy the beautiful weather today. Who knows how long it's going to last."
And I reflected it to life but he said he was only thinking about the weather in the line.
Even with lines we use every minutes, we inspire the others.
What a brilliant world we live in, our world is full of artists.
The picture above is one art work by my former roommate.
If I need to name it I would say "mold art".
Obviously she was a great artist and she created a lots of art works especially around the kitchen.
So the dirty plates, dusty shelves, messy rooms, food spills, moldy bathrooms, wrinkled shirts, dying plants... the chaos on the street or on the train... they should all be consider to be precious art work in my theory.
Well done, me!
But still... I have a small question.
Why do many GAIJIN (a Japanese slang for "foreigners") own more than enough cleaning equipments and detergents and wasting them at their house?
Well, we must know there are some mysteries in our world which can't possibly be solved.
picture:In a kitchen in Berlin