So I only went to this exhibition because I wanted to see something on my weekend in Tokyo and there wasn't much around. Funnily enough the same thing happened a few years ago in Osaka when I went to see a Yayoi Kusama retrospective - and after that, I thought she was the bees knees. Can't say I feel the same about Takashi Murakami, but thinking about this exhibition and looking at the photos, you can't help but admire the ambitious scale of the work. Oh and all those fluorescent skulls.
The best part was at the end, which had a few paragraphs outlining how he became an artist (he wasn't able to draw manga so studied fine arts) and he articulated his views on the Japanese art scene (it's a hotbed of people who remain in a state of idiocy). And with that, I ended up liking him just a little bit more.