It’s a small island in the South of Tokushima.  The island promoted a full-on art festival a while back around Easter.  Famous artists splashed on posters and flyers, idyllic location, sea, boats, udon, fishing.
I visited twice during the festival and both times the ferry to the island was crammed with people.  The island itself is beautiful enough.
I’ve seen art work like this before, in the final years of my high school art class.  Very angsty and sometimes sulky and sometimes slapstick, amateur and hobbist.  Of course, I’m talking about my own.  The artists on Tebajima had taken charge of the empty houses as exhibition spaces.  A camera obscura, some plastic dolls heads, pop paintings, smeary unmixed paint, handcuffs, painted televisions, red paint=blood, stale landscapes, glow-in-the-dark-paint, poetry, pillow cases, hello kitty, pastels, butterflies, seaweed, samurai.  Incidentally, the famous artists promoted on the poster managed to submit some stuff, but not a lot.  I felt it was a clever ploy.  Anyway, I’m hoping next year after round one they get more funding and do it proper.  Yer, but I enjoyed it.  It’s a nice place to be.
Some captures:  (oh, there’s only one photograph of art here.  The rest is everyday sculpture)