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Art 1930-2004>Mariko Mori: Pure Land
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Mariko Mori: Pure Land
by John McGee

Mariko
Mori, Play With Me,
1994, 305 x 367cm, Fuji super gloss print
(Images courtesy the artist and the Museum of Contemporary Art, Tokyo)
Mariko Mori is not Bjork. She is neither a
bodhisattva nor an alien. (She's actually the daughter of an
engineering professor and a Breughel scholar, and a relative of of the
real-estate magnate.) But such issues of dressed-up identity
and spirituality characterize Mori's first major solo show in
Japan.
In Cindy Sherman-style photo murals from the
mid-1990s, Mori tweaks the typecast roles of women in Japanese society.
As a silver-skinned alien OL, she offers tea on a busy street corner.
As a bewildered manga warrior, she grips a machine-gun in a video
arcade. In these personal auditions for the perfect postmodern Japanese
girl, Mori, who studied at Tokyo's Bunka Fashion College and New York's
Whitney Independent Study Program, reflects and complicates real, if
fantasy-prone,
spaces of the city—Akihabara electronics outlets, cos-play
(costume play) salons and Harajuku hangouts.
Mariko Mori, Nirvana, 1997,
3D video installation
Later in the '90s, Mori reoriented from
contemporary issues to the visual splendor of Asian art history and
MTV. The consistently high production values of Mori's material-rich
music videos, drawings and installations show off her keen sense of
color and her interest in traditional outfits in the most eye-catching
new materials.
But the distracting surface hides an empty center.
Mori no longer poses as warped Japanese pop idols, but as the central
goddess in her own religion (Buddhism) or as a rock star with similar
pretensions. In the VH-1-ready Kumano,
kimono-clad Mori sings pretty,
lilting songs a la Enya (husband and fellow artist, Ken Ikeda, wrote
the music) while running through the tourist board-approved woods of
Wakayama Prefecture.
Mori's landscapes are the romanticized cliches of
TV commercials—the meditative desert in the video Nirvana,
enchanted and mysterious forests and waterfalls in Kumano. Echoing the
escapism of '90s trance culture and New Age spirituality, hypnotic
sounds and colors in the peaceful utopia of pristine nature mystically
transform artist Mori into Rave Goddess Mariko.
The only real tension in these videos is between
the entrancing eye-candy and Mori's own physical limitations. In the 3D
video Nirvana, CG angels zip around playing traditional musical
instruments while goddess Mori floats in flowing robes, sings, and
twists her hands into a series of Buddhist mudras (sacred hand
gestures). Without the lifelong training of a geisha or a kabuki actor,
though, her ordinary awkwardness and weak voice reveal her not as
otherworldly but merely human.
Mariko Mori, Dream Temple (CG Image),
1999, installation
Still, she perseveres in true bodhisattva spirit.
Mori's major Gesamtkunstwerk attempts to holistically impart her
spiritually unifying vision to viewers. The Dream Temple is a
modern
translation of the Yumedono, or "dream hall," at Horyu-ji Temple in
Nara. The
eight-sided structure shimmers—white columns raise the
transparent, iridescent violet dichroic glass (the changing colors are
close to the idea of consciousness, according to Mori) planes above a
thick layer of salt on the floor. Visitors enter the spherical womb of
the inner chamber one at a time, kneel on a pillow, don earphones and
watch a computer-enhanced diagram of the origins of
life—images of water, bubbles and biomorphic
shapes—on a sensory enveloping convex screen for 4 minutes
and 44 seconds.
Why did Mori slip from a relatively complex and
influential reflection of Japanese culture to a retrograde, albeit
beautiful, Hollywood vision of the universe? Whatever the reason, this
show is still worth seeing for the photographs and even for the
sugar-high spectacle of the rest.
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This exhibition was held Jan-Mar 2002 at the
Museum of Contemporary Art, Tokyo (MoT) in Kiba, Tokyo, Japan.
©2006 John McGee
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