Amia Yokoyama

Dim Beam Simulcast

Saturday June 23rd 7-10pm

The TV switches, channels flipped. Some hold the keys, some use the keys, some distribute the keys. We sit in a familiar room. A couch, a bed, a bed that grows weeds, the fertile seat of an absent gardener. The gardener flips the channel again. Dandelions are edible in their entirety, a slime consumes her lover entirely, an effigy made to be put in the fire, myth tells the story of not one Gardner but many, a tapestry remains nomadic, a mural made of hand and work and stitch. The switch of a channel reorders the story, a new order of events gives way something that was once hidden. We become outlaws in the worlds we created. A new gate is built to say “no entrance”, a barrier with the potential to open, but only a barrier if attached to the fence. With no a fence it is a reminder. With the gardner absent the bed becomes over grown with weeds, so many weeds, clones of clones of clones, so good at the game of survival. Seeds so many they are often unseen, a plant out of place, but a flower with beauty, and a root with worth.- AY