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@Odawara Art Foundation<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The scorching heat of summer had subsided and the sun was setting on the stone stage at Enoura when the three performers began their act.<\/p>\n Actor Ryo Yoshimi was playing various percussion instruments as if he were a street performer beating drums to attract onlookers, announcing that a special performance of kagura<\/em> (dances to honor Shinto deities) was about to begin. Then, from beneath a heavy sarcophagus, there was the stirring presence of some kind of creature. A white leg poked out, and the goddess Ame no Uzume\u2014or rather dancer and choreographer Mikiko Kawamura\u2014clad in a shell bra and a straw skirt, slowly emerged. (Kawamura related that the scallop shells were a souvenir from a barbecue party held a decade ago at the home of contemporary artist Tabaimo to celebrate a successful performance.)<\/p>\n Next to emerge from the gap between the boulders was not the sun goddess Amaterasu, but the slender arms and legs of Kaori Ito. The butterflies, all now back in this world, roared as they stood firm facing the sea (they weren\u2019t butterflies), intertwined with the most handsome man in the audience (praying mantises, perhaps), and went wild with joy at having had their lives restored.<\/p>\n When Yoshimi recited a line from Shakespeare, Ito pointed her finger at him and exclaimed sharply, \u201cThat’s a lie!\u201d. This moment may have seemed startling to most of the audience members involved in linguistic expression.<\/p>\n Here the three performers played rock-paper-scissors to determine their order before dispersing over the vast grounds. They moved from one place to the other as they performed, leading the audience along across a stone staircase overlooking citrus groves and down little woodland paths.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Photo: Chie Sumiyoshi<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Hurriedly following Ito\u2019s light steps, we met up with Kawamura dancing at a small shrine, a sanctuary of the Kasuga faith established after inviting a deity from the Kasuga Taisha Shrine in Nara.<\/p>\n \u201cWhen I inspected the venue beforehand and saw the shrine\u2019s torii gate, I knew I wanted to perform with Mikiko (Kawamura),\u201d Ito said. \u201cWhen she shares her dance with all her sensitivity, the way she perceives togetherness is different from that of other dancers. She\u2019s quick like a butterfly, and she captures the relationships between people, trees, and landscapes with special movements of the body she was born with\u2014or musically before she even begins to move.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n @Odawara Art Foundation<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mikiko Kawamura has never shown restraint or mercy in her own works of dance or music, nor in guest performances such as in the Butoh works of Takao Kawaguchi and plays of Satoko Ichihara. However, this must be the first time that, in a work directed by someone else, she has so freely indulged in the range of movement her body and mind allow.<\/p>\n As if to worship the vermilion shrine reflected in the azure sea and sky, the two bodies moved dynamically together, celebrating life through non-verbal dialogue. This was a memorable scene, in which Ito and Kawamura\u2019s maturely wild nature made me fantasize about the possession of a goddess. I felt as if I had received a little prayer in that moment, and even experienced the illusion that my own possession had been blessed.<\/p>\n \u201cI created this work while thinking of primordial landscapes,\u201d Ito said. \u201cIn Japanese mythology, sacred kagura<\/em> is said to have originated as a dance to pray for rain. The primordial dancer is the miko<\/em>, the priestess who delivers divine messages, becoming part of nature that already exists there. I believe that as a director, my job is also to discover things that are already there, and to spread what has circulated through the tool that I am.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n @Odawara Art Foundation<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Having passed through citrus-covered mountains and bamboo groves, the audience gathered on a stage made of glass. As its optical glass shimmered and blended into the sea, Yoshimi\u2019s taiko<\/em> drumming echoed brilliantly, while Ito and Kawamura floated around in a relaxed manner. Ito took off the robe she had been wearing, threw away her underwear, and began to dance in the nude.<\/p>\n Kawamura removed her shell costume and joined her, followed by Yoshimi who had finished playing (\u201cToday marks my rebirth,\u201d he said with both joy and shyness), and the three of them lay down on the glass stage with their limbs spread out. Being dressed and sitting in the audience suddenly seemed silly, and I might have joined them there if anyone else I knew hadn\u2019t been present.<\/p>\n In past interviews, Ito has said that \u201chaving something more reliable than words sharpens one\u2019s sensibility, and that comes out in both dance and sculpture.\u201d (Both of her parents are sculptors.) Like the creative process in which artists try to sense the meanings around each other\u2019s bodies, the artistic experience I had on that day was nothing less than a primordial exchange that permeated the flesh and blood of the bodies present. Perhaps this sort of exchange could be construed as a \u201clie-free\u201d language, imbued with a far deeper receptivity than actual language, the discrepancies and distortions of which at times lead to division and confrontation.<\/p>\n A crisp and pleasant air filled Enoura. The scenery was that of ancient times, with people together, whether hosts or guests, enjoying the blessings of nature in the form of their bodies. 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