Avant-garde Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama with her recent works at her new museum in Tokyo on Jan. 16. (Anna Fifield/The Washington Post)
TOKYO — Don’t ask Yayoi Kusama what’s been the highlight of her career. She might be 87 years old, internationally renowned and about to have major, simultaneous exhibitions in the United States and Japan, but she’s not done yet.
“It’s still coming. I’m going to create it in the future,” said Kusama, often described as Japan’s most successful living artist, at her studio in central Tokyo, paint in her red wig and on her glasses.
Kusama, who has a history of neurosis and has lived as a voluntary resident at a mental hospital a block away for about four decades, had been up at 3 a.m. painting, partly because she couldn’t sleep and partly because she wanted to squeeze in time for work before the engine of Yayoi Kusama Inc. started up for the day.
“I’m old now, but I am still going to create more work and better work. More than I have in the past,” she said. “My mind is full of paintings.”
Kusama works in her three-story studio from 9 to 6 every day, sitting in her wheelchair — she can walk, but is frail — painting on canvases laid on tables or propped on the floor.
The studio is packed with new paintings, vibrant works full of tiny dots. They’re all about what Kusama calls “self-obliteration” — the endless repetition silencing the noise in her head.
A new gallery across the road is ready to open, and another dedicated museum north of Tokyo is in the works. Plus, she has two major exhibitions about to begin.
“Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors,” a retrospective of her 65-year career, will open at the Hirshhorn Museumon Feb. 23, running until May 14 before moving to Seattle, Los Angeles, Toronto and Cleveland.
Detail of an installation called the "Obliteration Room", by Yayoi Kusama, which will be an all white living room that visitors will be invited to adorn with multicolored dots. (Bill O'Leary/The Washington Post)
The exhibition will feature more than 60 of Kusama’s paintings, sculpture and installations, along with six of her idiosyncratic “infinity mirror rooms” featuring balloons, LEDs and polka dots, all endlessly repeated in the mirrors.
“She is a pioneer first and foremost, as a female and Asian artist in the 1960s, transgressing painting, sculpture and performance,” said Mika Yoshitake, assistant curator at the Hirshhorn. “These mirror rooms are works that reflect her ability to transgress the genres.”
Installation view of “Infinity Mirror Room—Phalli’s Field,” 1965, in Floor Show, Castellane Gallery. (Eikoh Hosoe/Copyright Yayoi Kusama/Ota Fine Art/Victoria Miro; David Zwirner)
One, a re-creation of the mirror room called “Phalli’s Field” from 1965, features hundreds of white-and-red-spotted stuffed fabric penis creations. In another, the Obliteration Room, visitors will be invited to stick multicolored polka dots all over a white living room.
“These rooms reflect all of her elements: her obsessions, her accessibility, her infinite repetitions. And it’s all very bodily and immersive,” Yoshitake said.
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The day before this exhibition opens in Washington, another will open at the National Art Center in Tokyo.
Together, the exhibitions underscore the global phenomenon that is Yayoi Kusama.
Her polka dots cover everything from Louis Vuitton dresses to buses in her home town. Her artworks now regularly fetch a million dollars, and can now be found everywhere from New York and Minneapolis to London and Amsterdam. Her exhibitions are so popular they need crowd control — the Hirshhorn will be giving out timed tickets to try to regulate the stampede.
But Kusama still needs outside validation.
“Am I really?” she responded when a reporter asks her about achieving her goal, stated decades before, of becoming rich and famous. “When I was a kid I had a hard time convincing my mother that I wanted to become an artist. Is it really true that I am famous and successful?”
‘Mired in neurosis’
Kusama was born in Matsumoto, in the mountains of central Japan, in 1929 into a prosperous and conservative family of seedling merchants.
But theirs was not a happy home. Her mother had contempt for her womanizing father and sent the young Kusama to spy on him. The girl saw her father with other women, sparking what she has described as a lifelong abhorrence of sex.
While still a child, she began experiencing “visual and aural hallucinations.” The first time she saw a pumpkin, she imagined it was speaking to her.
The young Kusama dealt with her hallucinations by drawing, and by drawing repetitive patterns to “obliterate” the thoughts in her head. Even at that young age, art became a form of therapy, what she would later call “art-medicine.”
But Kusama’s mother was vehemently opposed to her desire to become an artist, insisting that she follow a traditional path.
“She wouldn’t let me paint. She wanted me to marry someone,” Kusama said in an interview, wearing the blank expression of the heavily medicated. “She threw away my artworks. I wanted to throw myself in front of the train. Every day I fought with my mother, and that’s why my mental state was damaged.”
Yayoi Kusama with recent works in Tokyo, 2016. (Tomoaki Makino /Copyright Yayoi Kusama)
In 1948, after the war had ended, Kusama went to Kyoto to study Nihonga, a traditional and highly rule-bound form of Japanese painting. She detested it.
Earlier, while living in Matsumoto, she had found a book by Georgia O’Keeffe and was struck by the paintings. So she went to the American Embassy in Tokyo and searched the “Who’s Who” reference publication for O’Keeffe’s address.
She sent her a letter and some paintings, and, “astoundingly,” O’Keeffe wrote back. “I couldn’t believe my luck! She had been kind enough to respond to the sudden outburst of a lowly Japanese girl she’d never met or heard of before,” Kusama wrote in her autobiography, “Infinity Net.”
Despite O’Keeffe’s warnings that the United States was a tough place for a young artist — let alone a young, single, female Japanese artist — Kusama wouldn’t be dissuaded.
In 1957 she managed to get a passport and a visa, and sewed dollars into her dresses to circumvent postwar currency controls.
First stop: Seattle, where she held an exhibition at a small gallery. Then she made her way to New York, where she had a rude awakening: “Unlike post-war Matsumoto, New York was in every way a fierce and violent place. I found it all extremely stressful and was soon mired in neurosis,” she wrote.
Making matters worse, she also found herself in abject poverty. Her bed was an old door, and she scavenged fish heads and old vegetables from dumpsters and boiled them into soup.
But this situation made Kusama throw herself into her work even more. She began producing her first trademark “Infinity Net” paintings, huge canvases — one was 33 feet high — covered with mesmerizing waves of small loops that seemed to go on and on. “White nets enveloping the black dots of silent death against a pitch-dark background of nothingness,” is how she described them.
Polka dots adorn the windows as installation continues at the Hirshhorn for their upcoming show. (Bill O'Leary/The Washington Post)
“Infinity Nets Yellow,” 1960, Oil paint on canvas. (Copyright Yayoi Kusama/Courtesy of the National Gallery of Art, Washington)
This obsessive-compulsive repetition helped stave off neurosis, but it didn’t always work. She repeatedly found herself suffering from psychotic episodes and ended up in a hospital in New York.
Ambitious and driven, and happy to play the role of the kimono-clad exotic Asian, she fell in with an influential artist crowd, hanging out with the likes of Mark Rothko and Andy Warhol (who she later said had imitated her work).
She soon found a degree of fame, holding exhibitions in packed galleries. She also found — or rather, courted — notoriety.
In the 1960s, when her polka dot obsession was taking off, she began staging “happenings” around New York — enticing people to strip naked in places such as Central Park and the Brooklyn Bridge, then painting their bodies with polka dots.
Decades before the Occupy Wall Street movement, Kusama organized a happening in the New York financial district, declaring that she wanted to “Obliterate Wall Street men with polka dots.”
Around this time, she also started covering objects — an armchair, a boat, a stroller — with “phallus-shaped protuberances.”
“I began making penises in order to heal my feelings of disgust towards sex,” she wrote, describing how the process “gradually turned the horror into something familiar.”
Kusama never married, although she did have a decadelong relationship of sorts in New York with the artist Joseph Cornell. “I disliked sex and he was impotent, so we suited each other very well,” she once told Art Magazine.
But she increasingly became known more for her stunts — she offered to sleep with President Richard M. Nixon if he stopped the Vietnam War: “Let’s paint each other with polka dots,” she wrote him — and less for her art. This led to a waning interest in her artworks, and she found herself out of favor and out of money.
News of Kusama’s escapades had made it back to Japan, turning her into a “national disgrace” and leading her mother to say she wished that Kusama died during a childhood illness.
Still, in the early 1970s, the broke and failing Kusama returned to Japan. She checked herself into the mental hospital where she still lives and fell into artistic obscurity.
“All the Eternal Love I Have for the Pumpkins,” 2016. (Copyright Yayoi Kusama/Ota Fine Arts/Victoria Miro)
Then, in 1989, the Center for International Contemporary Arts in New York put on a retrospective of her work. This began a revival, if slow, of interest in her art. She filled a mirrored room with pumpkins for the Venice Biennale in 1993, then in 1998 held a major show at the Museum of Modern Art in New York — a venue where she’d once held a “happening.”
Kusama has become a global phenomenon in the past few years. The Tate Modern in London and the Whitney Museum in New York have held major retrospectives, drawing huge crowds, and her signature polka dots are immediately recognizable.
Although she has no intention of slowing down artistically, she has started thinking about her mortality.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to survive even after I die; there is a future generation that is following in my footsteps,” she said, sitting in the bright open space that is her new gallery in central Tokyo. “I would be highly honored if people would like to look at my work and be moved by my work.”
Despite the commercialization of her art, she’s thinking about her grave in Matsumoto — not in the family plot, she’s had enough of her family — and how to avoid making it a shrine.
“But I’m not dying yet,” she said, striking a more upbeat tone. “I think I can live another 20 years.”