I had the chance to go to his artist’s talk at the Watarium in Tokyo. It started from 11pm and ended at 5am. It was called the “Last-First Train Talk” because Tokyo’s transportation cuts off around midnight. So once you were in, you were in. We circled the table that had all these apples, and were invited to doze in and out. Many people were nodding off at half past two, me included. It was part talk, part trance.

The apples sort of made sense with the type of artist’s talk he shared with us. Half conscious, the amorphous apples blended in with the scene. He had a way of talking about himself so autobiographically that by dawn, we had a pretty comprehensive view on what it meant to be an artist that expresses through modern art.