Oh, Tsukimizu. I love how their metaphors are so hilariously on the nose that they circle back into being esoteric and abstract. Reminds me of Utena and the iconic crimson sexmobile. The town's pretty interesting- at first glance, it seems like a heaven where thoughts influence reality, on second thought, it seems like a hell where your subconscious engineers endless new ordeals, and a third try makes you wonder if it's just purgatory for those that couldn't get anything of value done and wonder what the point of it all is. In the end, you realize that it's all of these things and also none of them, so very abstract and personal and bizarre and incomprehensible that the sum total of all the weirdos cancels out individual absurdity. And so, we loop back to inhabiting an obscure, sleepy local town, as large or small as the distance you're willing to walk to grab the groceries while debating Schopenhauer with your girlfriend.
Well put. This is one of the most succinct descriptions I've seen of Tsukimizu's work that still manages to capture the essence and feel of it.
She's one of my favorite artists. Tsukimizu has a very rare gift for capturing and conveying the surreal absurdity of everyday ordinariness.
By creating exaggerated caricatures of what is so strange, beautiful and ugly about our normal day to day existences, most artists end up losing that sense of hum drum ordinariness that is an essential part of our experience as human beings. Tsukimizu's work stands out precisely because it does not, despite how intensely surreal it is.
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