Artist's
Statement
Waribashi
(disposable chopsticks) are so pervasive in Japanese culture that they
are rendered invisible. This can be true for any aspect of culture that
has become an icon anywhere in the world (For American culture, it may
be the freeway or the hamburger). As an artist, I believe it is my responsibility
to ask why. As a person of Japanese descent having grown up with chopsticks,
I can appreciate the feeling of two clean pieces of wood bringing soft
rice to my lips. It is a feeling of connectedness - a ritual of nourishment
practiced by my ancestors for thousands of years. But as a human being,
I am a caretaker of this planet. Where is the "wa" (harmony) in the use
of single-use chopsticks? Am I in harmony with nature? Can this harmony
be improved? Are the feelings I have about waribashi just a nostalgic
yearning for something deeper? For me, as an American, the waribashi is
an oxymoronic metaphor of chaos and order in Japanese culture, a symbol
of life and death that I consider everytime I eat. In this contained existence
of extremes, I hope for a birthing of enlightenment. (June 1999, Tokyo,
Japan, DKO)
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