I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art Tokyo

The other day I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art Tokyo.

The special exhibitions were as follows.

(1) My Words That Cannot Be Translated
(2) Saeborg “I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU” / Michiko Tsuda “Life is Delaying”
(3) Ho Tzu Nyen — Agent A

(3) was presented based on a story-driven film (?); it was an artist new to me, and watching many videos stretched my concentration, so I finished with a quick look.

Then the permanent collection.

At the end of the permanent collection is artist Tatsuo Miyajima’s
“It Keeps Changing / It Connects with Everything / It Continues Forever”.

※ The title feels like Haruki Murakami’s prose style. Art works often have titles like this. I am not mocking him — I have read at least about half of Murakami’s work and I like it.

The piece is like an electronic display board, numbers blinking while emitting red light.

It is the last work in the permanent collection, and I always go special exhibitions → permanent collection, so the last work I see at MOT is always this one.

In a wide room, gazing at the red numbers and zoning out is one of the times in life I like most.

For me, going to the Museum of Contemporary Art Tokyo is almost synonymous with viewing
Tatsuo Miyajima’s
“It Keeps Changing / It Connects with Everything / It Continues Forever.”

I am not knowledgeable about art and do not know art history, but when I go to a museum my head clears.
I like the smell of museums. It feels like breathing clear air.

Somehow that sounds really shallow. Not that deep a feeling.
By the way, I have a friend who is the son of a well-known artist and also an entrepreneur. When I said “Do you go to museums? You should,” he sighed hard and said, “I’ve been dragged to museums by my father forever, so I’ve probably been about 100 times more than you” — and I was deeply embarrassed.
Of course. Embarrassing. Very sorry.

Alright — nothing else is coming to mind this time, so that is the end!