MURAKAMI III 
After Dark is an experiment (successful) literary expansion of space-time . The expansion of a night that multiplies infinitely lived every moment to alert people that someone or something and dormant states. A point of view of uncertain nature, but emotional and passive participation, from 11:56 pm, Tokyo began to sound from the sky. His attention is attracted by Mari who is there alone, sitting in a bar. Comes from wondering why her. But we'll never know.
Once intercepted, the view will explore, inside and out, all persons related to Mari: the ex-wrestler blonde love hotel, the man without a face that looks Eri, the inaccessible sleeping, the jazz musician who walks slowly and drink plenty of water, the young Chinese prostitute and his executioners ... I will listen to their stories and observe their movements, even those imperceptible until, unable to bear more than its proper neutrality, decided to go beyond the limit of its size to enter the claustrophobic Were you to, in order to understand.
Here are some fragments of what they see and hear the views That night lasted until 6:52 am at ... so if you like.
3:07
-I followed the processes especially for criminal cases. Aggravated assault, arson, theft, murder ... there are bad people who commit evil deeds, and are brought to trial. Their punishment is imposed. But by dint of going to court, listening process I came to think that these were not matters that do not concern me. It was a strange feeling. At first I thought, what are considered here, however you turn around, are people of a different kind from mine, have different ideas, do different things. Among the world in which they live and the one where I live, there is a high and solid wall. Well, to begin with the possibility that I am guilty of some serious crime is practically nil. I am a pacifist, I have a gentle soul, and since childhood I've never lifted their hands on anyone. To this I could watch the process with detachment, from a position of spectator. As if it were something that had nothing to do with me. However, by dint of going to court I started to not be so sure of me. In short, I came to think so ... I mean, maybe there is no barrier separating two worlds. And even if there is, maybe it's a barrier of thin cardboard thin. What do you do to just lean on, give in and you find yourself on the other side. Or rather, the other part has already managed to sneak quietly into you, but you're still you will not notice ... maybe it all boils down to something like that. And 'that's the impression that little by little I tried. It 's hard to explain in words, I do not know ... So we do
3.25
courage and decide to move across the screen. Once a decision is reached, it is not so difficult. Just separated from the body, left behind and become an ideal vantage point massless. This way you can pass through any barrier. To overcome any chasm in one leap. Here, we become a pure and simple point and we move beyond the screen television that separates the two worlds. We move from this to that other side. When we overcome the barrier and jump the chasm, the world is distorted, it disintegrates, it almost seems to disappear. Everything becomes a pure powder and thin which is dispersed in four directions. Then the world returns to condense. A new body wrap our consciousness. Everything happens in the time it takes to blink.
4:33
-My sister, about two months ago, at one point he said: "Now for a little 'I want to sleep." He said during the dinner, before the whole family. But no one gave a straight. We have simply said "good night". She has hardly touched food, withdrew his room and was put to bed. Since then he has continued to sleep. -For all this time? Yes.
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- You know, for the people, the memories are just a fuel to power their lives. A memory that is important or not, in practice does the same, it is only fuel. Life goes on anyway. A sheet of newspaper, a book of philosophy, erotic prints, a wad of ten-thousand tickets ... equals, when they end in fire, become simple sheet of paper. Well, with the memories is the same thing. The important ones, those so-so, those completely useless, they are just fuel everyone without distinction. Whether it's important things or stupid things, it is because I can fish in the tray so many memories, one after another, I can continue my way to get ahead, even if this life seems like a bad dream.
5:09
In any case, the strange events that took place during the night in that room seem to belong to the past. In general, a cycle is completed, there have been anomalies, all doubt was erased, and things are back to the starting point. Cause and effect around us shake hands, synthesis and breakdown are held in balance. In conclusion, everything was held in an inaccessible place, a kind of deep rift. The moment the sky was passing by the darkness of the night to white in the morning, that place has opened a door in silence somewhere, slowly. It 's a place where we have no influence. No one can predict where and when a person swallows the abyss, where and when the vomit.
6:52
E 'went through a long dark, he exchanged several words with the people he met on the night that night, but now finally returned to the place which it belongs.
The night finally ended. Before the darkness will return to visit us, there is still time.
Susan Jamison's paintings are painted with tempera egg, in a precise and detailed style that shuns the shadow to light, the use of soft colors and charcoal create a sense of indefinite or infinite space. The Jamison draws inspiration from many sources: the Renaissance portraiture, botanical and scientific illustrations, the Persian miniatures and fashion design. In compositions, female bodies are covered with pink embroidery as to associate the extreme femininity of lace to the vitality of the circulatory system. The figures appear to be cut and the individual members are as isolated parts of the body around which animals and plants chosen for their symbolic associations as well as household equipment: scissors, needles, threads and lace, all of which contribute to stress extreme femininity from an interior and an exterior venous voluptuous. 
