Tracks of Blue by Taro Suzuki welcomes visitors to the first zone of the Japan Media Arts Festival at 8Q sam. A coffee-table high block glows with soft blue pulses that leap with just-perceptible lightness from 49 squares of sheer gauze. Quiet windmills whirr under each window with random yet rhythmic regularity.
In the 2nd zone, there were other games of tempo in a quartered pie of miniature drum machines that beat in time to handheld sticks. Unable to find a willing playmate, my duck resorted to fiddling with a lone mallet. Despite valiant attempts at handling his rod from both ends and other fancy positions, my duck could persuade no other visitor to hit on him, even with the drumstick. So he turned instead to a virtual round of rolling pins, taking wii delight in grasping and releasing large, hard balls, even though they were neither real nor his own. And going back to his penchant for playing with himself, my duck went on to another game which pitted him against a mirror-image. This left him befuddled, as it was unclear whether my duck won or lost in the end...
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