These items are what sandwiched my day today. I woke up to news that the Chubu Nuclear power plant in Shizouka, Japan, has been unable to remove a melted nuclear rod for over 17 years since an accident occurred at the plant. For 17 years, the power plant hid the truth that they have been completely unable to remove it for reprocessing.
It is so sad and utterly frustrating, to see the situation here develop, and at times worsen, and they only response is an “Oh, well.” As an artist I feel really torn. At times I want to make protest art, but at others, I want to celebrate the beauty and in some ways use art as a soul searching escapism. I do feel that protest art is an important for artist to become involved in. It never has been something that I have felt comfortable with; however, I will support artist that choose to protest. Go ahead! Please make some noise. It is unfortunate that here in Japan, the arts are so marginalized that protest music and art gets pretty much zero attention from the press. I guess my neighbors, much rather watch baseball, or another AKB 48 special. UGHHHH.
Then there was the other side of my day. This lovely water droplet covered rose in someone’s garden. It was so beautiful, it did make me forget the terrible news I read in the paper this morning. I could loose myself in the twirling petals, and watch the droplets slowly roll down the thorns.
All in one day. Just another day in Japan post March 11th. Not sure when it’ll ever end. Rise up! Celebrate life in all its shapes and forms. And to all those artist out there that see fit to raise a voice, slap a poster, or paint out your anger! I salute you!