Punctuate Infinity

Yayoi Kusama has been placing dots on surfaces since 1939. She is still doing it. Every morning, from a psychiatric hospital in Tokyo, she walks across the road to her studio, picks up a brush, and paints. She has been making that walk for nearly fifty years. She is ninety-seven years old.

In between, she rewrote the rules.

She invented immersive art before the term existed. She anticipated Andy Warhol, outpaced the Minimalists, and was erased from the record by an art world that could not figure out what to do with a Japanese woman who kept being first. She sold mirror balls for two dollars at Venice because nobody invited her inside. She wrote an open letter offering to sleep with Richard Nixon if he would end the Vietnam War. She built a fashion empire, lost everything, flew home broken, checked herself into a hospital, and then, from inside that hospital, became the most visited, most exhibited, and most collected living artist on the planet.

This book is the full story. Not the selfie-room version. Not the handbag version. The real one.

From the hallucinations that started at age ten in a seed field in Matsumoto, through the letter to Georgia O'Keeffe that changed her life, the love affair with Joseph Cornell that defied every category, the forgotten decades, and the longest creative comeback in art history.

Written with admiration, honesty, and no images. Just language doing what Kusama's dots do: covering every surface until the ordinary becomes infinite.