Naoshima Island fishing villages and Art Museums

The island of Naoshima in the Seto inland sea is a marvellous place. The island is composed of a large factory at one end that you don't see and then two fishing villages and three art museums. A wealthy benfactor built the oringinal, Ando designed, art museum to house his own collection. But now there are two other museums plus a museum house you can stay in.


Little galleries and private art installations have also sprung up, making truly an "Art Island".

 The island itself is lovely. People stay in little inns then walk, drive or bicycle around vsiting the various sights. The inland sea is a curious place, very sheltered, and deap in places as it is in fact part of the Pacific ocean .






Because of all the the islands and particularly Shikoku it is very sheltered. It feels more like a large lake than a sea. The islands are linked by ferries and Shikoku by a truly spectacular and enormous bridge. However on most of the islands an aging and falling population is making life harder.
Naoshima is an exception with people coming from all over the world to visit.

The houses are old and quaint and it is a quiet place. But the presence of the three museums and the people they bring has changed the pace for the locals quite a bit

So it's an interesting contrast. Old Japan, very rusty in places. and spanking new concrete museums housing world famous art.

The terrace of the Benesse Art House where you can stay

Inside the house

View from the main museum.

The end of the island with the museums has art dotted around in the landscape which is lovely when you are wandering around.


 This sculpture for me was one of the most effective art works on the island. Beautifully conceived and positioned.

                                                                                           

 

In the end the buildings are very much concrete and more concrete. One espccially is a sort of underground bunker. In this curious place you have to take your shoes off to view the Monet Waterlillies they have.
Sometimes I found myself wondering if the emperor had any clothes.  There are some pretty big egos at play here.





But art is all around us. Below a sign on a rusty shutter of an abandonned shop on the island.

Himeji and the Bizen Kilns

We took a one week trip around central Japan to many areas I hadn't seen before. We visited Himeji in Okakyama prefecture which is Adelaide's sister city. It is a good choice as it is a pretty place surrounded by hills and with a magnefiicient castle and gardens.This is the best preserved and most beautiful castle in Japan.




South of there is the town of Bizen, on the Inland, or Seto, Sea. Bizen is world famous for its pottery that has a unique, rough, earthy, burnt look.
There are dozens and dozens of kilns, raging from large operations to very small artisanal family firms.

Once again to my untrained eye it was all marvellous but I found it impossible to tell the great difference between the first tea bowl illustrated here, worth about $140 and the second one worth $13,000.

Its all great stuff though and easy to see why the natural looking nature of this style became so popular. As the surfaces can be fairly rough I sometimes find the cups and bowls uncomfortable to drink from though, they prickle.

Wood neatly stacked ready for the kilns.

You see these piles of wood everywhere and the regularly sized bundles must be useful for calculating how much wood to add to the fire at any point.

This is the most ancient style of pottery in Japan. The firing takes many days and the final pieces display scortch marks and markings from the wood and ash.

Sumo do

On my birthday we went to see the Sumo wrestling for the first time. There is a season in Tokyo, Kyushu and Nagoya and somehow we always have seemed to miss it in the past.

What a wonderful way the spend the day it is.

The matches start at 8.30 in the morning and go on until six. The most important bouts coming last.

The whole thing is  fascinating, mysterious and hugely entertaining.  People wander in and out, come for the day, the morning or just the most important bits.


The whole area of Tokyo around the Sumo stadium is devoted to the sport and entertaining the players and spectators. When you arrrive at the station there are massive posters of the most famous wrestlers and their hand prints, weight and height. They're big boys, 175 kilos is not unsual.

The wrestling itself is very ancient and was once a religious ceremony. this explains the enormous amount of ritual involved. The ring, a raised platform of clay,  is itself sacred and cannot be approached, let alone touched by ordinary people. Just when you think you are starting to understand things, out comes someone in spectacular robes and does something inpenetrable in its mystery.

 There are famous Sumo "schools' or "houses' and a wrestler joins at an early age pretty well for life. During the season everyone gets to wrestle everyone else several times and the winner is of course the one who wins the most bouts.

You win by pushing the other guy out or by making any part of his body, apart from the soles of his feet, touch the ground. I used to think it was just a bunch of big blokes pushing each other around. But not at all... they are amazingly strong and very, very sneeky. We saw one chap pick up a larger fellow and basically turn him upsidedown. That's 150 kilos you have to rotate at about arm's length.


The players are ranked into various complex grades, the very top of the top has only been awarded a few dozen times in history. This person thus anointed cannot be downgraded but is expected to retire gracefully as the wheels start falling off.

We were lucky enough to see Endo, bloke on the left, wrestling. He is the rising star and only 22 years old. We saw him demolish someone who had been a Sumo wrestler since Endo was two years old.  You could feel the tension building as he appeared and the crowd went wild when he won.

In the traditonal seats on the ground floor you actually sit in a very small matted area. about 1.5 square meters for a party of four.

There a dozens of special bento luncheon restaurants at the place that deliver: bento boxes, beer, sake, etc to your seat.

 The four old girls in front of us brought their own picnic that consisted of a small amount of rice cakes and several very large bottle of scotch which they attacked with gusto. They had even brought their own ice, soda and shwizel sticks.

They were having a ball.... as were we.