In the meantime I’m writing this, I remember the sensation perfectly fine. We looked each other but we didn’t say a word. We didn’t say a word but we were thinking the same. It looked like a dream or a science fiction film. It was like coming back to childhood again. We were, really, speechless. That’s Naoshima. People call it in many different ways: art island or the island that wants to leave the world.
Everything you read, believe us, is not enough.
Is a kind of meeting in the third phase, but you are, in this case, the main character. After visiting a bunch of messy but tidy cities, full of lights and hundred of tourists, this island was like an oasis. But meaning not only a Japan’s oasis, Naoshima is a world oasis.
An island that mixes nature with cement, where art and air are flowing, where you can find giant pumpkins on the beach and sleep in a museum. Art Teshima’s Museum, a huge water drop in the middle of rice fields, it actually absorbs you. We keep asking ourselves if we will find a place more impressive than this. Between us, we are not sure that Naoshima and Teshima are actually of this planet.