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| Wrapped clay books in Hone Tatemae, (roughly translated, “how one reveals self”) are infused with mystery as alluring as geishas bound in kimonos. They rest on a metal plate that perfectly foregrounds the sensitivity to color, texture and placement of objects in space, heightening the beauty and effectiveness of Hashimoto’s works and their affinity to the Zen-like quality known as shibui. The three elements imply changing states of being, fired and unfired, all encased in Plexiglas. Only through careful reflection can those sealed off from the subtleties of a life and language that is foreign to them learn to appreciate what is held inside. Hashimoto’s responses to cross-cultural identity and sexual privilege surface in work such as “And Now Every Man Was Her Slave,” a performance by ten typists underlining the process and ritual of obsession, informed by her knowledge of Butoh. “The Sati Series” is a moving tribute to “good wives” who sacrificed themselves on their husband’s funeral pyres. And even magna, the popular comics that captivate impeccably dressed Japanese businessmen with off-color illustrations, served a purpose when the artist tossed one of the offending publications into her kiln. Surprisingly, temperatures in excess of 2000 degrees melded the distasteful imagery into some clay. Hashimoto preceded to perfect her power to manage the transfer of printed material through control of the oxidation process, adding that skill to her ability to enhance or conceal words and pictures by reworking ceramic pieces with paint, photographs and collage. Heralding her return to Western culture, Hashimoto embodies works embracing Shakespeare and John Locke into the second half of her survey, “Return to Tabulae Rasae.” Segments of the acrid, beautiful “Cressida. . .Nor then Neither,” follow the structure of Shakespeare’s Trojan tragedy, which breaks down following Cressida’s deception. In a key homage to John Locke, “159 Pages Concerning Human Understanding,” a maple tray holds 159 fragile clay slabs of various tones and hues. The work brings to life these lines from Locke’s “Essay Concerning Human Understanding”: “Let us then suppose the mind to be. . .white paper void of all characters, without any ideas. . .Whence comes it by that vast store which the busy and boundless fancy of man has painted on it with an almost endless variety?” |