Spanish extra virgin olive oil, Yebisu beer, strawberries, spaghetti, sushi, Suntory Whisky, tomatoes, instant coffee, sugar, Pocky, low fat milk, Suntory Natural Mineral Water from the Minami Alps, washing powder, avocado, Australian wine, cup noodles with nice mascots, Camembert Hokkaido, grape fruit juice, D-Spec Side Slide Box H Hard Less Smell cigarettes and anything with cute images.

That's the headline of Julian Satterthwaite's article about me today in The Daily Yomiuri, a Japanese newspaper published in English. I say stylish things in the interview like "I like things I don't understand" or "sometimes I don't know if I do art about something because I like it, or is it because I do art about it that I like it". Mr. Satterthwaite concludes the article "the more I look, the less certain I am, and that seems to suit Sakkinen just fine".

I went with Yuko to do some networking. We met Takefloor's Atsuko Ninagawa and Kazuyuki Takezaki. They were really nice and I think they liked my work. Now they have a show of my Japanese favorite artist Misaki Kawai and a hilarious video of Guy Ben-Ner.

Later we went to an opening at the Museum of Contemporary Art, which looks and feels like an airport as Roger said. After the speeches, some people took four plates of food from the buffet and hid it in a corner. I was too slow, I got just a glass of orange juice. I think the Japanese are just as egoist, rude and impolite as people everywhere else.

Prostitution is one of the main themes in my work. Every day, I read in the newspaper all "relax" ads (this word is used in Spain). When I travel, I check the darkest sides of the cities looking for material.

My wife visited here in Tokyo in Christmas and she couldn't understand why I knew all the red light districts. I tried to explain that it's only my job and my art is not autobiographical - I'm not a heavy user of commercial sex.

Prostitution is the not-so-pretty but the very true face of the neoliberal globalized capitalism. It's the field where you can find the abuse and the torture in seductive garter belts. Prostitution is the place where the Nigerian girl threaten by voodoo meats the drunk and randy businessman. It's the fashionable meeting point of cultures.

I'm postfeminist and I don't condemn the prostitution but I do condemn the Wild West-East capitalism.

I started the day - after all night drinking - with a sashimi breakfast at the famous Tsukiji fish market. I spotted at least 20 tourist taking photos of the men selling and buying huge tuna fishes.

In the afternoon, I went to Boris Mikhailov's talk at Wonder Site. He was showing photos taken during his residency in Tokyo. Surprising or not, he had exactly the the same photos from Tsukiji that the tourist were taking in the morning.

It's difficult to make art, or observations in general, about a new place or otherness. Wanting to do something local or site specific results often to be obvious, stereotyping and cliche. And I'm not excluding myself and my small drawings made of Japanese junk food and fast sex.