Autumn brings out the creativity in people. These men stripped off all their clothing (except for a tiny strip of loincloth), shaved their heads, painted their lithe bodies white, and danced a slow and twisting modern dance. A small band of musicians accompanied them.

This is not the sort of performance art you would see in the US. Anyone this unclothed would be arrested for public indeceny. But here, well…a policeman rode by on his bicycle and checked his watch. Maybe public performers have a time limit.

The performance was the sort that makes me wonder “What are they trying to say?” My interpretation: ghosts move slowly and sometimes fall down in agony. Despite the autumn weather, I wasn’t feeling very creative that afternoon. Posted by kuri at September 29, 2001 08:45 AM