eryn kimura x moeb present...
nowhere | e v e r y w h e r e
solo art show / month-long display
december 17 - january 15
@ moeb near shinsaibashi station in osaka!
pieces are for sale!
opening event : saturday, december 17
19:00 - 23:00 (bar open until 2 am)
[art + community + hella good vibes]
slide through moeb -- a young local business that crafts organic, sustainable goodness & turns into a bar at night -- to peep eyk's oscillations & explorations - a r t ! it's going to be a night of divine spirits (fully stocked bar), eyk's eclectic selection of sounds from the bay area / universe, a small community art space to express yo'self, hella beautiful international folks, & a night of hella feels & healing community love! tell your homies, bring your friends! eyk's art will also be for sale for those interested.
nowhere | everywhere art concept
america, a country founded on genocide & colonialism, is where my great great grandparents first immigrated to & settled over 150 years ago. it is on this stolen land now ruled by white patriarchy, cheeseburgers & milkshakes, & the illusive “American Dream”, that my family, across many generations, has been raised & calls home.
as a fifth generation japanese/chinese-american & san franciscan (settler privilege noted), i grew up communicating in & knowing only english, playing with blonde-haired, blue-eyed barbie dolls, eating ozoni & crispy chinese pork on new year’s day, playing basketball with my black, white, japanese, chinese, filipina, mexican american friends, & giggin’ to strictly hip-hop. although growing up “american”, it was in college that i found myself treated as a foreigner as well as a hypersexualized, submissive object of the white man’s perverted imagination. from being told my english was “exceptionally good” to being sexually harassed based upon the intersection of my race & gender, i found, like many folks on the margins of america, that i really didn’t fully belong in the place i thought was home. i did not fit within the prescribed boxes: i was neither black nor white, neither asian nor american, neither chinese nor japanese, neither alien nor citizen. i existed “betwixt and between” the hegemonic binaries & distinctions of this white, colonial culture that is america.
upon entering japan in 2015, i was elated to finally have the opportunity to find & reconnect with my roots. however, i quickly found that even in the place of my ancestors, i didn’t truly belong. i was not, nor would I ever be, japanese enough.
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currently, we live in a world where there are 5.25 trillion pieces of trash floating in the ocean; a world where profit is valued over people, where the green, cotton-fiber papers have more worth than the gorgeous, life-giving, green flora & fauna; a world where concrete walls are built to divide & exclude our brothers & sisters, seeking refuge from human greed, poverty, & war; a world where societies compartmentalize, confine, discriminate, & destroy humans based upon sexuality, ability, gender, skin color, & religion.
as much as we inhabit this seemingly tragic, twisted world, we are also the very foundation this world rests upon. whether we like it or not, every day we perpetuate, resist, or redefine this culture, this human experience. we are, in fact, the architects of the human experience -- we are artists. & this life, this existence, this is our collective, shared story, our grand work of art.
my pieces are ARTifacts of my existence, our existence.
my art is an exploration, articulation, & celebration of my lived experience in this “liminal space” - the grey area, “betwixt and between” the deeply patriarchal & colonial compartments, distinctions & binaries. these pieces are the visual accounts of my experience neither here nor there; neither black nor white; neither asian nor american; belonging nowhere, but in fact everywhere.
they are not only the physical manifestation of my voice, my resistance, my agency, my artistry – but our artistry, our resilience, our infiniteness.