Hiromi TANGO

Hiromi Tango
3/02/2007 13h10 The Gus Fisher Gallery

I saw her;
I met her;
I watched her;
But how should I describe her?

“I am a very serious person, Art is a life or death matter to me – I might be killed during my performances/projects, but one of YOU can continue…”
I can’t recall just exactly how many times she repeatedly put emphasis on her loyalty and commitment to Art, while at the same time could not justify what relation did her personal life has to do with Art and with the society as a whole. “It is communication..” a voice inside of me suggested “..and so?” in absurd denial I rejected the thought.

I needed more, this could not satisfy me!

“I don’t understand why whenever you talk about Art you have to place yourself so much higher than most others, as if you think you were better than everyone else!” Aurélien exclaimed after I expressed my opinion about the lack of information during the talk.

“You often say that you observe people, but did you see how you broke her when you asked her the question?” Where ‘the question’ referred to my “What use is communication?” to Hiromi, but what other question can be simpler than this?

“Hope.” After a few seconds of uneasiness she replied promptly.

I sensed self-protection and the general over-glorification of Art. And so I stopped – instead of reading into her practices, I should care more about mine. I may have embarked on the same route but I have abandoned the path in search for a greater proportion of objectivity in one’s practices.

What use is communication, I ask myself.

True living works of art, too many of them make me sick.
It is Community after all.

Is it Community after all?
I don’t know. I really don’t.

Maybe when I have the ability to burn my everyday life on DVDs and present them in some kind of festival, I would be able to testify my own ‘pessimistic’ statement.


13/02/2007 SH 1023