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Hideo Sakata Studio

6411 Alondra Boulevard
Paramount, CA 90723-3759

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In his own words...

 

"Art can bridge the cultural gap and bring
people together under a shared humanity."

Art as a bridge...

Visual Influences

I like a town which appears white from a distance, and I also like to see a window in a distance. They are both something beautiful to me. I suppose that they look beautiful on the whole. A human may appear beautiful if observed from high above, setting aside small virtue or a little sin.

 

Emotional/Spiritual Influences

I rarely discuss my experience with the atomic bomb explosion in Nagasaki. I am classified in the special category, which was set up for the persons that entered the certain areas surrounding the center of the atomic bomb explosion within a specific time frame. The reason for my classification is that we entered the area two days after the explosion. Four of us; my father, two sisters and I went toward the center of the explosion, pulling a cart. We went there in order to locate our relatives. We didn't know anything about radiation. I don't know whether the radiation was the direct cause or not, but my father and two sisters have since passed away. I am the sole survivor of the four who went to the site.

All I saw was a ·world of death... people, animals, everything dead. From under a zinc board, I saw the palm of a baby's hand which should have been fair in color but was scorched black. In the midst of this world of death, I ate a big white rice ball which was given to me by a rescue squad. I still wonder about it.

 

Intellectual Influences

Mr. Tenshin Okakura was a spiritual leader of an art community in Japan during the period of Meiji in the 19th century. He wrote a book titled, "Book of Tea," which was very influential to me and my colleagues. We made a copy of his book and used it as our text book. We had many discussions regarding his book and its philosophies, and used it as our platform.

 

Just as it was mentioned by a writer during the Ming period; "All the threads can be seen but not the color coordination or the design itself."

 

In the words of others...

Sakata-san

 

All who work with Hideo Sakata, Japanese or not, call him "Sakata-san", adding the three-letter Japanese term of respect. Many friends and associates of his refer to him this way, even when he's not present, acknowledging his accomplishments and his vision. I have always addressed him this way, since the first day I met him more than a third of a century ago and helped him organize his first one-man show in the United States. Even though he has become a dear friend, he will always be “Sakata-san;” it is an honorific.

 

Why? Because for almost four decades I have witnessed his tireless efforts to bring the world together, using the catalyst of art and the language of art to inspire new generations. He and I have traveled the globe together initiating and supervising projects in Asia, Europe and the Americans. With art as our calling card we brought art education, art exchanges and art appreciation to thousands upon thousands of both artists and admirers of art. We created LELA as the voice of this new effort. All this was accomplished with little funding, a small army of volunteers and incredible deadlines.

 

I have often wondered why Sakata-san has been so determined to impact the world with profound "goodness,” in such a positive and selfless manner. Then I realize, of course: he is struggling to prevent the past from reoccurring. We are all affected by our experiences as young people, and we come to reject what we do not want to experience again. You see, Sakata-san lost members of his family and witnessed himself the result of a horrific world war; he was only 11 at the time. Sakata-san has devoted his entire life to making sure it never happens again. He truly believes that art plays a crucial role in human history, that it can bring people together, cultures together and make an invaluable contribution to world peace. 

 

It has been my honor and pleasure to help this noble being on his life’s journey and with his efforts to create such an organization as LELA for the promotion of his cause. He truly is Sakata-san.

 

Sincerely,

 

 

Fonje de Vre - Laguna Niguel - July 2014

Artist / Curator / Executive Dir. LELA

MR. SAKATA'S WORLD

According to my memory, it was about 15 years ago in New York when I met Mr. Sakata for the first time. He later showed me his paintings and introduced me to his family and friends in Los Angeles where he resides.

 

During this same time Hideo Sakata, Miroslav Maler, who was my student/assistant, and I had held a 3 person exhibit in New York. I recalled the title of one of his paintings from the exhibition, "My Small Yet Happy Home." It may sound very rude but I thought that the title sounded too literary and that the painting was too lyrical. I found such a title to be a declaration of happiness but rather with a touch of disdain and I wondered what he meant by this title.

 

The painting is an abstract composition which has a large space divided into three sections. There was a small space in the middle separated from two other sections by straight lines, and that was the painting "My Small Yet Happy Home." I was not pleased with it.

He had shown me his figurative work some­ time before and thus I was aware of the other side to his work. He understood the figure and was able to render it articulately with opulent Oriental style spacing. I, however, just couldn't connect these two different aspects of his work. In the year before last he stopped his Jong time work on landscape design and returned to his real vocation, using his paint brushes. I visited his new studio last spring and there I observed his new work. I was very surprised.

 

The traces of his old lyrical style had disappeared and it seemed that the overflowing colors were suppressed to the extreme and Mr. Sakata's Real World appeared in poignantly expressed human shapes depicted abstractly within com­ pact spaces. This new approach did not mean that the emotional quality of his former work was missing. On the contrary, it was still very much alive.

 

I think that new colors and spaces appeared according to the principal, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," which I think is one of the Analects of Confusius.

Another important point I want to make is that the many contributions made by Mr. Sakata show his very active kindness to the community of artists; in that he follows a strong Japanese tradition.

 

However, there is not much time left for him just as there is not for me. He and I should cut out the less important activities of our lives what we can.

 

Minoru

Minoru  Niizuma - New York - December 1990

Minoru Niizuma is a sculptor and the Director of Stone Institute of New York.

THE ARTIST HIDEO 

 

 

 

No one survives a holocaust unscathed. Even if the body comes through without a scratch, mind and spirit are forever changed. Such traumatic witness can cripple some, but it can liberate others, providing them with a sense of community, mission, even vision. The very foundations of human society, of human existence, after all, have been exposed as fragile, fleeting, and much less secure than they are supposed to be. When the disaster one lives through, moreover, is brought on -invented -by humans, life can seem not just small and absurd, but foolish and contrary. No wonder the Second World War, with its mass and calculated destructions, spawned the existentialist world view. And no wonder that Japanese art, bearing testimony until today to the terrible miracle of nuclear fission, has reflected so acutely the conundrum voiced by Samuel Beckett, "Can't go on; must go on."

 

Hideo Sakata couldn't go on, so he went on. At the age of nine, he saw the light -the "thousand suns" of the atomic bomb igniting over his native Nagasaki. Fate spared Sakata's life, and even his health, but put him forever after at the service of some higher purpose. The explosion recurs in his art as a warning and as a celebration; and human frailty and the finality of death - the grave profundities you would expect such a momentous event to aver so indisputably -are at once reaffirmed and subverted by the com­ positional formats and elements in which Sakata contextualizes that blast.

 

An orb or sliver of bright (or, on occasion, deep, haunting blue) light does not always appear in the dark, narrow band running vertically through Sakata's recent paintings; but whenever it does, it represents that bomb's bursting in-air. Even where there is no hovering glow, the impact resonates through the surrounding aether, shivering the otherwise placid planes of lightly colored, lightly textured space on either side of the band of darkness. At first glance those planes had seemed to be compressing the band. At second glance, they had seemed to be parting to reveal a distant space, like doors slowly opening onto the nighttime sky. But when Sakata's real metaphor is understood, these blandly empty areas read as regions of metaphysical portent; the streak they surround, however nocturnal and eruptive, is in fact the realm of gross human experience, and that infernal concussion only a single event.

 

In fact, Sakata is wont to balance that event with other events within the slim pictorial con­ fine. Other shadows flicker. Other, more benign loci of energy, even of hope, dawn beside, around, below, even instead of the bomb blast. That curious curve of light which appears sometimes towards the bottom of the strip, for instance, refers to nothing more, or less, significant than an individual's buttock. This manifestation of a human secondary sexual characteristic, conjuring pleasurable sensations, evoking love, and inferring the continuation of the species, not only contradicts but mocks the dire power of the bomb. At the same time its orbital form echoes that of the explosion (in Sakata's vocabulary, at least) .The two things begin to mirror each other in the dialectic of sex and death, of procreation and annihilation. The ferocity of the blast can even be comprehended as the ferocity of passion on a macrocosmic scale. Indeed, atomic fission can itself be understood as a naturally occurring phenomenon "on a solar scale, that is," as natural as are the urges of mammals.

 

Natural, perhaps, but barely controllable. The sexual urge (especially as it has manifested itself in the social realm) is a genie let out of the bottle eons ago. The power of the atom is a genie released in our own era. Does Sakata imply that the newer genie ought to be re-bottled -that nuclear power cannot serve humankind? Not really; but he does remind us of its volatility. And we are reminded thereby of sex's own resound, of its enduring impact on our lives (an impact which only increases, as phenomena such as the population explosion, the sexual revolution, and AIDS confirm). Sakata's paintings - and, in a lighter, more circumspect way, his much more painterly (and, with their strong flavor of Sumie, more obviously Japanese) drawings - at once laugh at and cringe before the two universes we know, the natural universe and the human universe. All Sakata's art assures us is that these two universes exist, somehow, each within each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peter Frank - Los Angeles - January 1991

Peter Frank is Associate Editor of Fabric Magazine, Art Critic for the L.A. Weekly

Art Critic for the Huffington Post and Visiting Critic at California State University, Fullerton.