“In his program notes for “Beast of Grass,” Mr. Iwana stated, “I only want to be as I am.” Indeed, he seemed to be just getting to know his naked body, which was decorated with swathes of chipping plaster, ribbons and swinging bells that chimed violently as he lurched and tumbled among hanging lengths of fabric. As the lights dimmed, and he retreated backward to the sound of birdcall, it was as much a beginning as an ending.”
– Claudia La Rocco, “Plumbing the Depths in Vast Inner Landscapes”, The New York Times, 2005
