Improvisation with memory in my body
In my body, there are an endless number of memories.
The memories from when I was born.
The memories...
The blood when I fell down.
The sun when I woke up early unusually.
The fearfulness when it strangled a part of my soul.
The songs when it made me fly forever and wherever.
All the stories until the present day have piled up in my inside and that is why I exist here.
But that is not all.
Each story has its own context.
After I saw the beautiful twilight, "Tasogare".
I knew the origin of the word "Tazokare, Who are you" and the story behind the word.
After I saw the glorious moon.
I noticed the ancient authors who composed WAKA, traditional Japanese poetry also saw this same moon.
I was born in Japan.
There are mythology and it's living especially at the shrines/Jinjas and in the nature even today.
I live in Tokyo.
But at the same time, I live together with the nature.
All of these things have piled up in my inside and create my body and soul with dimly defined boundaries.
My body is filled with memories and stories of me and before me.
When I sing, "I" do not sing.
I only listen to the voice of my body.
When I dance, "I" do not dance.
I just try not to let my body wander through the memory of the place.
