Poster in the bottom right of the bulletin board was spirited back to my studio for alterations. Using the friendly hand as an anchor image, a few adjustments were made to read the innocuous phrase: "It's already here". Red ink ran in the rain and the hand appeared less friendly. 24 hours later, my alter disappeared.
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The easiest thing to have in Japan is a collection of beautiful garbage. My pile of collected packaging, excess unidentifiable foods, kindly given gifts by strangers and acquaintances, found their outlet in pseudo altar places throughout the ward of Zempukuji. These were heartfelt, though often outsider, offerings to a culture and space where I would never belong.
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