WHITE AQUARIUM

This is like performance art, just a common everyday situation, a series of experiments involving you.

A room called the white aquarium for three performers.

A guest room where guests observe the white tank through a monitor.

In this Space Kurage, the audience will be divided into these two rooms and will be able to observe what happens in the white tank during the two hours. Please observe what happens in the white tank during the two hours and share your feelings about the situation with the audience in the guest room. Among the many monitors, the white tank may have a different meaning for each viewer.

Yuki ABE　

Hiroshi Murakami

Meerkat-girl

Date & Time:

May 7 (Sat), 8 (Sun), 2022

Same schedule for both days

Open at 14:30

Performance 15:00~17:00

Discussion and Critique 17:30~19:30

(Entering and leaving free 14:30-17:00)

Ticket fee: 1000 yen to be paid at the door

Place :

Space くらげ 1F, 1-12-11 Sominami, Minami-ku, Sagamihara, Kanagawa, Japan

This event is by reservation or contact event stuff directly!

Only those who fill out the GOOGLE reservation form below will be notified of their decision to attend by reply at a later date.

We are aiming for a limited number of reservations each day, about 15 people per admission. (Please let us know which one is more convenient for you by filling out the form. Reservations may be difficult to make depending on the situation)

White Aquarium Admission Reservation Form

At night, I heard talking from next door. It was the voice of someone, male or female, who had not even said hello to me before. It seemed to be the voices of about three people, one female and two possibly male. I was listening to the conversation through the concrete wall, but I couldn't hear them very well, so I tried to find a way to hear them. I tried to hear them by putting the mouth of a cup on the wall, as they used to do in old dramas. Surprisingly, it did not work. It seems that fiction was fiction. This time, I pushed my ear against the wall, but I still couldn't hear. I lay there, apparently bored, and then, unexpectedly, the words came to me.

The echoes were not from my ears, but from my body they sprang from within, touching my body with words and warming the air. The meaning of the helpless running away, the words that were uttered for someone who was not me, but who just lived next door to me when it didn't matter, touching my body and shaking the room with reverberations that had nowhere else to go. Just listening to them made me happy because I felt like they were my friends. Who is this? I want to know, but I can't help it, the glass of the aquarium is in the way and I can't leave.

Even if this is someone beside me, even if it is a crazy friend beside me, even if it is a gentile, an alien, a non-human, they are certainly beside me, just being, just being.