I have been infatuated with the mysterious beauty of the geisha, more formally geiko from a very young age. However, the inner workings of the lives of geikos—women of art—seemed so far out of reach growing up. Yet, the portrayal of geishas in movies, and modern culture, primarily in the United States media left me captivated. The film “Memoirs of a Geisha” adapted from the book of the same title by European novelist Arthur Golden left me even more enamored. The movie heightened my curiosity. Nevertheless, slowly, I grew very skeptical of the portrayals I had grown accustomed to seeing.
As I grew wiser I began to question my miseducation on the world I had come to love and admire. I started to realize that Hollywood, to say the least, and authors like Golden consciously chose to highly sexualized and ritualize prostitution in their depictions of the lives of geisha. Somehow I knew the art of a geiko was more of a sacred art than simply a carnal fancy. Coming to the latter awareness led me to search for a truth hidden within all of the mysteries.