Who could carry an immense darkness and still trust the sky?
Who scavenges without shame and eats Death alive?
The crow perches on a tree in the snow.
It shivers with its breast protruding.
More snow falls, the Dark Muse tugs its head under-wing and enters the Cosmos of Creation...
She gazes at the his-story of Ankoku Butoh, the sound of caws insinuates. The dark muse musing on human beings' capacity in the pursuit of truth and beauty.
Crow H is a tribute to those who had given up to be a flower and thus… become the closest thing to it.
Tokyo Babylon (International Butoh Festival of Japan)