Storyteller in art Vol.6 "The story about 'o' " with Yukiko Nishino
Storyteller in art Vol.6
I was inspired by works of Yukiko Nishino, videographer.
She learnt experimental video in Massachusetts College of Art and Design.
Her works drive us to something fundamental.
I was inspired by the one of her works "Where I was born".
"Birth" is a passive thing for baby. When we are born, we can't choose anything and the world start forcibly. Once a life starts, we have to live in this unpredictable world.
Here, I wrote the story about "Birth and Absurdity"
Movie「Where I was born」
The sound shook the air, and destroy our daily lives.
I still remembered the deafening sound.
The sound told us the fact that our town had become evacuation area.
The level of μrays had been over the safe level.
I had been ready for escaping someday because towns around us had already been polluted.
I could have not lived my town any more.
So, I had walked a long way to escape from μrays.
I had depended on someone's words and twitter, depend, on.
Walk, walk, walk…then I had taken refuge here.
There was nothing I could do about the pollution.
Escape, escape, escape,,,then,
In front of me, a white house.
I entered by a small entrance.
I checked the amount of μrays by a smartphone's app.
Here is a safe area.
I took a breath.
Wall, roof, everything is white.
We can't feel anything living from white, but here was warm, I didn't know why.
It is mysterious that being in something make me ease.
I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, and pushed out my anxiety.
oooooooooooooo
,,,I could hear the sound of wave slightly from far away.
As if it surrounded me.
Slightly, it made a sound outside.
It was like a unknown language which is spoken in a country far away.
I, hear, that,,.
The sound is like a lullaby, surrounding here, inside.
"I AM…"
No, I found this sound was different from the sound of wave. It was a voice.
The voice was meaning something against the sound of wave.
"I AM here.
I AM not being met by someone.
I AM in something like membrane.
I AM waiting for a door opening.
I AM listening to the sound "oooooooooo"
I AM not able to jump over time.
I AM not able to run at the speed of light.
I AM far from the exit.
I AM floating in 0.9% saline.
I AM moving forward.
I AM going only this direction.
I AM supposed to go out.
…I AM able to hear something outside.
…I AM listening to this.
I AM not able to here, but do."
I wondered where here is.
I looked around.
Only thing I can see is "white".
I found the entrance had vanished.
I had lost the only exit.
How can I be alive here?
Well…OK. It doesn't matter, here is not polluted.
I have enough time to think.
I lay down on the white floor, surrounded white walls, seeing a white roof.
oooooooo,,,
ooooooooooooo,,,
oooooooooooooooooo,,,
,,,,,,,,,,
"Hey, here is not safe anymore!"
I woke up because of this man's voice. He was grabbed me by the shoulders.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter. Here is not safe anymore! Escape!"
I wondered how he came. There is no entrance here.
"Let's escape."
"What?"
"Here has already been polluted."
"Still safe, look"
I showed him the app.Reading hadn't change.
"I know, but, dangerous."
"Why do you think so?"
"My estimate, I use my original equation."
I didn't want him to disturb my peace.
"You don't have a basis." "My original equation told me." "What is 'original?'" "We can't believe anyone under such a situation ! We have to think with own brain." "So, I want to think with MY brain." "Here is dangerous." "But, the figure doesn't change."
…Oh.
I checked the app again.
The figure rises suddenly.
It was too sudden to believe.
…Really?
"What's up?"
"Here, look…"
"I told you! Here is going to became a dangerous area."
Oh, I am not allowed to have peaceful time, listen to the sound of wave, and lay down on the floor.
"Why don't you escape?"
"Where?"
"Below"
"Below?"
"Yes, below."
"You mean south?"
"Yes, probably."
"South is safe?"
"Probably."
"Probably?"
"At least, not polluted."
I hesitated to go to that direction, because...
"Hurry up! Here is going to be more polluted."
"But here is warm."
"What do you mean?"
"If the south is safe, I will go. But, there is a possibility the place I reach would be polluted, too, right?"
"Actually, there is a possibility."
"So, It is no use going out."
"But, you can't be here anymore!"
"But, what can I do, if the place I reach is polluted?"
"If so, you can escape."
"Then the pollution is following, then I escape, then following, then escape. What can I do? What should I do? I had reached here, why Do I have to escape again? Why? Why? Wh…."
Then, the sound, of, siren.
It stopped my flow of time.
The siren, announcing here being polluted.
The sound saying "You can't be here anymore."
"Hurry up! Do you want to die?"
"Where is a exit?"
This room had no exit.
"Here!"
The man pointed a wall. there was a small hole. I had no idea why but the hole appeared.
I couldn't realize it. The hole was so small. I guessed I couldn't even put my finger into it.
"Hurry!"
I look through the hole, but, outside is totally dark. I couldn't see my future.
"I AM here.
I AM not being met by someone.
I AM in something like membrane.
I AM waiting for a door opening.
I AM listening to the sound "oooooooooo"
I AM not able to jump over time.
I AM not able to run at the speed of light.
I AM far from the exit.
I AM floating in 0.9% saline.
I AM moving forward.
I AM going only this direction.
I AM supposed to go out.
…I AM able to hear something outside.
…I AM listening to this.
I AM not able to here, but do."
I heard the siren sounded
The sound shake the air, and destroy our daily lives.
But our lives never die.
Destroyed lives become new our daily lives.
I have to live in the lives.
I move to the exit.
I can't be here anymore.
I have to go outside.
I don't know what will happen outside but I have to because I'm alive.
So, I have to walk to
So, I have to go
Through a small hole.
Wherever the place I reach.
Even if the place is going to be polluted.
I made up my mind to cry loudly after I go out.
Because I surely exist.
"o"
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Yukiko Nishino
She learned videography in university, then she leaned experimental movies in graduate school of Massachusetts College of Art and Design.
She is especially good shooting with super 8mm film and making time-lapse movie.
She often combine foods which shaped like bodies of women or paints with scenes of nature like sea or forest.
