Chapter 1: Because an Art Museum Was There I looked for the correct exit, for the museum, from Tokyo Metro Otemachi Station. There seemed to be an “underground barrier-free route” out from the station, but, before managing to find it, I just ran up the...
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Chapter 1: Because an Art Museum Was There I looked for the correct exit, for the museum, from Tokyo Metro Otemachi Station. There seemed to be an “underground barrier-free route” out from the station, but, before managing to find it, I just ran up the stairs to the ground level. Tokyo’s subway system is like a maze. I was running late for our meet-up time, and I moved along toward the appointed place at a trot. Though still February, it was warm and sunny, and I felt like taking off my down jacket. What does it mean for a blind person to “see” a work of art? It was when I was on the subway that I finally began to imagine all sorts of possibilities. Is it an act of touching works? Or is it getting involved in an interactive work of art? … Or is it feeling the aura of something? Or is it the realm of supernatural power? ... I guess it couldn’t be that. Well, what was today’s exhibition, anyway, I asked myself and rechecked the email from Maiti on my cellphone. It was “The Phillips Colle
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