Questa è una lettera scritta ad un' amica spiegandole in modo estremamente poco serio e poco "giornalistico" cosa è successo questa estate con Mr Takefumi Tomura. - Performances Privèes - nasce da qui.
E' stata la voglia di sperimentare e di aiutarmi a proseguire le mie ricerche che ha fatto si che un ricercatore giapponese si sia fatto un paio di migliaia di km pur di essere il primo candidato ad un progetto descritto tra una passeggiata ed un' altra per le strade del centro ed il porto di Kobenhavn.
" ... As I wrote you, the first day we was so tired we could do anything at
all. There was still a piece of pumpkin in the fridge and two onions
- and the only thing that was inside the freezer was a newspaper dated " two-thousend-five"- and still an opened box of rice
and barleycorn. It was from the day he put the first foot in Europe
that he didn't see together in the same room cereals, seaweeds, miso,
umeboshi, some five different kind of japanese tea and whatever in his
mind could be the sensation of being home somehow (let's say that seven years of macrobiotics finally made the joy of someone in my house); and me, well, after
all, I was hungry, desperately hungry.
Lentils and pumpkin, an azuki and onion soup and rice. When we
finished we slept for hours like babies, the house was silent and that
day it was raining so much that I couldn't believe it was summer.
As Mr Takefumi Tomura (aka Tomy Akur) is a japanese designer, he came in Europe because he wanted tounderstand more the process of building furnitures. It's by this we met in that Hostel in Kobenhavn, he was coming back from one month and a half of research in some swedish factories. When I told him my father was a
carpenter and I shown him some pictures of the atelier - I have some
in my computer :) - he asked me if it was possible to visit me and my
father' s studio. I told him just that It was a very good idea and in the time
we was in Italy we could do something out. I really didn't know what could
be that "something", I had some ideas of course written down during the month of July on my notebook, but explaining what was "Performances Privèes" at that time wasn't obvious, it was just a thought that I had and wrote about for a few days.
I wanted to do some drawings with him anyway - I wrote you in a message
something speaking about "sketches"- but at the time I was in Sicily, I
really didn't know exactly still what I was doing... A japanese,
that I knew in a hostel, was coming to my house and we had a long
communication by internet just speaking about the date. I knew just
this in the end, that if my train at Cefalu station Sicily wasn't late, he, during
the night as me was moving from Holland to Munich and from Munich to Milan and then at ten we had to meet in Reggio Emilia at ten a.m. of the day after.
When we met the first thing I wanted to do was the visit at my father's atelier. He was so amazed
that he couldn't believe to all those machines in a same space. I
could see him interested on each single thing doing a lot of
questions. The funny thing is that he and my father even if they
couldn't speak a word of the other language, they could understand
each other very well all that was around the technical thing. My
father, that in all his life I think never someone came from so long just for
visiting his studio was surely impressed from this experience.
So the story is beginning to be a little more difficult to understand
from that moment on. Next time I will send you part or all if you prefer of what exactly is "Performances Privèes"'s ground thesis.
I think the pictures doesn't gives an idea but in a way I wanted you had that before, so you'll be impatient for all the next summer months when I' ll be around Europe :-D
So, the third day, after two long days of rain, I just told him to - remember - a tale or a moment of his childhood that still was fluctuating inside him, that still was something he couldn't leave at his shoulder as a past thing. In the meanwhile during that time we was running on my car ( you know, you know what it means being inside my car when it's me driving, and not surely 'cause I drive fast ) and before going to buy some
food, we stopped in front of an industrial colour shop.
He begun thinking and mumbling.
Thinking and mumbling.
Thinking and mumbling.
After a while he said:
-Ok, I got it, what is exactly what you asked me?-
My jaw touched the ground.
After another while explaining him what I asked him first time, he
narrated me the tale of the crab and the monkey. It was a tale that his grandma used to tell him when he was very young.
So, that is briefly the story:
"One day a crab with an onigiri ( you know that way of preparing rice
they got in Japan?) was passing by a forest. A monkey on a tree saw
him and asked the onigiri to the crab. The gentle crab gave to the
monkey his onigiri, surely thinking that the monkey after one bite was
giving him back, but this didn't happen and after asking him lots and
lots of time, the monkey threw to the crab an unripen fruit. So the
crab, a little upset, cut the tail of the monkey. "
-So! What do you want to do? The Crab or the Monkey?- I asked him.
-Hmmm... Why?... Ehhehehehe... What are we going to do?-
-Ok, you do the monkey Tomy, I do the crab. Let's go buying some
liters of colour!!!-
Of course when I explained it was for the skin the clerk looked me
in a very strange way, but, but when he saw that the face wasn't kidding - and Tomy, ye, Tomy I don't really know if he was understanding what was happening for real during thus minutes inside a colour shop, so
when he looked at me and then to the clerk and the clerk looked at him
and then to me and me him and Tomy me and me the wall behind for
keeping serious, well, he understood something was going undefinetely
in a place where he had to act really like a monkey- he begun to
explain that the cheap one is the one that goes more easyly away from
the skin :)
So that is not exactly all what happened, but I can say one hour
before leaving home, we was still doing a shower trying to take away
all this white and red colour from the body.
I don't really know what happened during those three days. I will next time maybe speak about the porno photographer I hired because he was the only one in the middle of summer between my friends that could be interested on helping me or all the other things I tried to go through for giving everyone the spirit of research during thus days, but, but I know just
that the winner of a japanese design award came visiting me, that he
came for doing "something" or just the tourist, and when we separate
we was smiling like kids. And the material I have now is really great.
It makes one day I'm spreading my body with a skin cream anyway.
Rock 'n Roll !
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