Okay, so you walk into this “high art” extravaganza and the first sight you see is a warehouse type room. There are ladders and paint spatters and tarps scattered about … along with about a dozen trash bags full of detritus in varying states of decay. This is art?
A great friend is in town, having come for a medical conference in Yokohama. We met up at the Keio hotel in Shinjuku spot on 7:30pm. What an extraordinarily confusing arrangement of halls and multiple lobbies. The whole place feels like being lost in an Escher dream.