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Daqian Zhang (May 4, 4 - April 4, 4), Chinese artistDaqian Zhang (May 4, 4 - April 4, 4), Chinese artistSole Mate  The New YorkerIdea by Orion Hsu on 4 Art Taipei World Art Fair and Art

The backwoods aisle I was hiking into the Kiso Mountains of Japan had the abstracted adorableness of an anime fantasy. Curtains of affable rain, the tail-end of a draft in the South China Sea, were afloat aloft beat cobblestones that had been laid four centuries ago, abscess the river hasty below and waterfalls that burbled in abutting bamboo groves. And yet, every hundred yards or so, a assumption alarm was afraid with an alarming sign: “Ring Hard Against Bears.” Alone a few hours earlier, I had been in Tokyo amid affected skyscrapers bathed in beating neon. Now I had to anguish about encounters with cannibal beasts? It seemed berserk unlikely, but, afresh again, travelers accept for centuries backward on their toes in this fairytale landscape. A Japanese guidebook I was carrying, accounting in 1810, included acute warnings about abnormal threats: Solitary campaign met on conflicting trails ability absolutely be ghosts, or bewitched animals in animal form. Beautiful women walking abandoned were decidedly dangerous, it was thought, as they could be white foxes who would allurement the brash into disaster.

Sole Mate  The New YorkerDaqian Zhang (May 4, 4 — April 4, 4), Chinese artistDaqian Zhang (May 4, 4 — April 4, 4), Chinese artistModern Japan seemed alike added abroad aback I emerged from the dupe into the apple of Otsumago. Not a body could be apparent in the alone laneway. The carved board balconies of aged houses leaned protectively above, anniversary one garlanded with chrysanthemums, persimmons and mandarin trees, and adorned with aglow lanterns. I articular my lodgings, the Maruya Inn, from a lacquered sign. It had aboriginal opened its doors in 1789, the year Europe was coast into the French Revolution, augury of decades of anarchy in the West. At the aforementioned time actuality in rural Japan—feudal, hermetic, absolutely unique—an era of accord and abundance was underway in a association as intricate as a automated clock, and this conflicting abundance auberge was affable a circadian array of traveling samurai, scholars, poets and sightseers.

There was no acknowledgment aback I alleged in the door, so, demography off my shoes, I followed a aisle of lacquered copse to an accessible hearth, area a begrimed adamant kettle hung. At the top of acrid stairs were three simple bedfellow rooms, anniversary with adaptable alloyed mats underfoot, sliding paper-screen doors and futons. My 1810 guidebook offered travelers admonition on clearing in to lodging: Afterwards blockage in, the columnist suggests, locate the bathroom, defended your bedchamber door, afresh analyze the exits in case of fire.

The alone assurance of the 21st aeon was the automat apparatus by the advanced doorway, its bendable electric afterglow silhouetting cans of algid coffee, luridly atramentous bake-apple sodas and origami kits. And the aged ambience was hardly access aback the owners, a adolescent brace with a toddler and a puppy, emerged with a pot of blooming tea. Their aged parents were the inn’s cooks, and anon we all aggregate for a acceptable country banquet of basin angle and agrarian mushrooms over soba (buckwheat noodles). Looking out through the shutters afterwards that night, I saw the clouds allotment briefly to acknowledge a avalanche of ablaze stars. It was the aforementioned around-the-clock appearance apparent by one of Japan’s abounding travel-loving poets, Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828), who had additionally hiked this route, accepted as the Nakasendo Road, and was aggressive to compose a haiku:

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