The Teshima Art Museum is almost completely empty, devoid of contents. Its interior is fluid, a concrete membrane carpeting the ground and wrapping up from shadowy edges to span as a low unobstructed dome overhead. Neither columns nor beams interrupt the organic singularity of the total volume. Similarly there is none of the clutter normally associated with museums.
There is something undoubtedly zen about the space, with nothing but focus on the moving breeze through the oculus on the roof, the disk sky in shades of blue and white, and the collecting of raindrops. These are the interests of the artist Naito, the natural phenomena of water, light and air.
I can feel my senses heightened just by imagining the ‘emptiness’ of the space.
Photography by Iwan Baan.