What happened to me when I got on a boat this one gloomy day with hyslom and Tetsuya Umeda is experiencing time as a a tactile, wet and airborne thing. A small motorboat towed a pontoon. This small interconnected human atom broke through the vast spaces of Osaka Bay at a rate that had nothing to do with all the things needed to deal with. After an hour on the water I realized that I had to cancel the evening activities. When we finally arrived at the fishing port, it was long after lunch and the meeting that had not taken place. The return lasted and continued, measured rhythmically by larger and smaller waves bouncing from larger vessels. There was no other way: this time had to emerge from a small engine small boat on the big, dense, dark sea. And it created a long flow of a day turning into a night, when there was no difference at all between the water, time and air.

The area we traversed that day is almost completely man made. What stroke me too, is that this huge territory contained almost no human beings. As if we humans were termites moving the land mass into the sea, contained things of unclear status from one continent to another, burning ore and extracting sand from the bottom of the sea for a reason that has more to do with our physiology and Instinct to pull, push, move and fall, and start over and over again. But docks, airports, motorways, industry and science parks, what is left behind from centuries of these activities, in different moments of emergence or destruction  - from some perspectives (like that of a boat) where just and nothing but a landscape. A geological movement of sorts.

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Anna Ptak