Spiral Descent digs in and slithers beneath the skin of Tokyo, an organism that sweats, pulses, consumes you. In this nightly and layered vision, almost dreamlike, this work wanders into hidden territories between bodies, addictions, alcohol, rituals, and desires where what is repressed emerges and takes shape without asking for a permit. Bodies that bend, that offer themselves, that are used. Prejudice doesn’t exist. Every impulse takes shape. Every desire takes a body and every body tells a story that daylight censors. Going down the spiral, what is abstracted becomes flesh. It is not escape from the light but a journey through shadows. Going over the limit, over the threshold of ambiguity and contradiction. Life in its barest and pulsating form.
