Osaka’s Namba Station, Unofficial Art Institute of Chicago Outpost

Japanese company Otsuka Ohmi Ceramics used a specialized high-temperature firing process to produce the tiles for each work; Three decades later, these watches are still as bold and vibrant as the originals. Photograph: Joshua Mellen for the Observer

If you’re standing inside the Art Institute of Chicago, a trip to the Impressionist galleries usually involves climbing the grand staircase and navigating the quiet, sunlit rooms on the upper floors. A completely different route is available for anyone who wants to take a Ferris Bueller-style holiday a little further. Take the Blue Line to O’Hare, catch a flight to Tokyo, take the Shinkansen bullet train to Osaka and head to Namba Station, where you’ll find yourself standing in what looks like the Osaka Subway Pavilion of the Art Institute of Chicago.

Located at the Namba Walk Subterranean Transit Center, a sprawling underground network not unlike Chicago’s Pedway, the space serves as a permanent cultural bridge between two sister cities. Founded in 1994, the gallery features 60 ceramic tile reproductions of Impressionist masterpieces taken directly from the Art Institute’s collection. You wouldn’t guess their ages looking at the walls today. Many of the tiles are as bold and vibrant as the original works. Japanese company Otsuka Ohmi Ceramics collaborated closely to recreate these pieces, using a specialized high-temperature firing process to produce an indestructible art gallery specifically designed for the daily rush of commuters. The sheer scale of the installation is striking. The works extend over a mile, and are divided between the initial 5 lots in News Park and the 55 west lots in Art Park. Finding them all requires the kind of deliberate effort an afternoon you’d set aside for a rainy day in a traditional museum. You can easily spend hours here walking around like Ferris Bueller, getting lost in world-class art as millions of people move past you.

Chicago and Osaka share an inherent second-city mentality, though the moniker carries different historical weight in each. For Chicago, the title represents a rebirth from the ashes of the Great Fire of 1871, highlighting a legacy of architectural innovation and perseverance. For Osaka, it is a proud cultural identity forged in defiance of Tokyo’s bureaucratic hegemony. Each city has an unmistakable character; Compared to their larger, more popular counterparts, they feel almost sterile. This local pride is evident in the distinct accents. Osaka’s quick-witted comedic flourishes contrast beautifully with the distinctly flat vowels of classic Chicago brogue. Second City comedy was born in the Midwest, yet the joke lines land at exactly the same time across the Pacific.

An underground gallery wall displays four framed reproductions of famous paintings with wall posters, illuminated by fluorescent ceiling lights above a tiled walkway.An underground gallery wall displays four framed reproductions of famous paintings with wall posters, illuminated by fluorescent ceiling lights above a tiled walkway.
The 60 copies of Namba Walk’s ceramic tiles were drawn directly from the Impressionist collection of the Art Institute of Chicago. Photograph: Joshua Mellen for the Observer

The similarities are immediately evident in the food scenes, where locals champion bold, comforting foods at the expense of subtle presentation. Osaka takes great pride in its delicious okonomiyaki pancakes, a dish born from a post-war scarcity when citizens had to mix whatever ingredients they could get their hands on into simple dough. This perfectly reflects Chicago’s stubborn devotion to deep-dish pizza, a huge, filling innovation that arose as a cheap and delicious way to feed hungry immigrant communities stretching their dollars to the max. Both meals started out of sheer necessity and sheer convenience, but have evolved into cultural staples that you’re incredibly proud of. There is a raw, simple hospitality that runs through these culinary spaces. You can practically hear Billy Goat Tavern’s legendary chant of “cheezeborger, cheezeborger” echoing exactly the same energy as the enthusiastic shout of “Maido!”, the traditional Osaka merchant greeting emanating from the neon-soaked izakaya. These are cities with many personalities and a cosmopolitan worldliness always burdened with a deeply local reductionism of the interior. We put on a good face for visitors, but there is a deeper language that only locals will truly understand. He fires a gun at a bystander in Osaka, and the unwritten rule of comedy is that they must dramatically pretend they will be shot dead. And in Chicago, a similar unspoken understanding rules the streets through the sacred tradition of “dibs,” where the absolute, unquestioned authority of a rusty folding chair provides a shoveled parking spot in the dead of winter.

A sign is displayed at a train station in Osaka, Japan next to a currency exchange kioskA sign is displayed at a train station in Osaka, Japan next to a currency exchange kiosk
Thirty years of daily foot traffic has done nothing to diminish the visual impact of the tiles. Photograph: Joshua Mellen for the Observer

This shared local loyalty extends perfectly to their sporting exploits. Both cities boast a passionate baseball fan base that has long been plagued by a strange mystique. The Chicago Cubs suffered the Curse of the Billy Goat after a pet was banned from Wrigley Field in 1945, while the Hanshin Tigers suffered the Colonel’s Curse after fans threw a statue of Colonel Sanders into the Dotonbori River to celebrate their 1985 championship. Both loyal fanbases survived generations of heartbreak before finally breaking their curses, with the Cubs winning the 2016 World Series and the Tigers capturing the Japan Series 2023.

This municipal connection extends to the surface streets. Midosuji Street is Osaka’s magnificent mile, a parallel so striking that the two roads are officially designated as sister streets. They serve as upscale shopping malls sharing international mainstays like Chanel, Louis Vuitton and Apple. Each maintains a distinct and distinct local anchorage. Michigan Avenue relies on the intoxicating scent of Garrett Popcorn to keep it grounded, while Midosuji Boulevard eventually gives way to Don Quijote’s chaotic multi-story retail store just before feeding pedestrians into Namba’s underground walkway.

Right next to these shopping areas, the waterways in both cities tell a story of human engineering. The Chicago Riverwalk winds through a wide, dramatic valley of towering skyscrapers, marked by the historic industrial feat of reversing the flow of a river. Osaka’s Dotonbori River Canal offers a tighter, neon-saturated passage geared toward sensory overload and vibrant excess. Despite their different aesthetics, both rivers use architectural boat cruises to showcase their industrial histories, proving that a working city’s central arteries can be repurposed into high-performance public spaces.

The deep bond between the two cities dates back to the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition, a massive event that put Chicago on the international map. Japan donated the Phoenix Pavilion for the expo, a historic wooden structure built on Wooded Island in Jackson Park. Today, this legacy lives on through the ripe cherry blossoms surrounding the Osaka Garden Pavilion. Chicago has planted more flowering trees in the park in recent years, ensuring the colorful grove will flourish directly in the shadow of the newly constructed and long-awaited Obama Presidential Center. This physical intersection of history and modern development strengthens the ties between the sister city, creating a central point of reflection for future visitors.

Paintings displayed in a beautifully appointed train station in Osaka, JapanPaintings displayed in a beautifully appointed train station in Osaka, Japan
The decision to reproduce works specifically from the collection of the Art Institute of Chicago gives the installation a cohesion that sets it apart from the ornate public art installations found in other transit systems. Photograph: Joshua Mellen for the Observer

If Ferris Bueller had extended his famous day off across the Pacific, he might have found the ultimate artistic reward waiting for him in the Nampa subway. Since these works are embedded in the walls of the transit center, the underground gallery invites you to break the fourth wall. You are completely free to walk up to the pieces. Running your fingers over the ceramic reveals a cold, heavy touch and a very slight physical relief that gives the brush strokes a palpable depth. The crown jewel of the exhibition is a large, meticulously detailed reproduction of the works of Georges Seurat Sunday afternoon on the island of La Grande Jatte. In the classic film, Ferris’ friend Cameron Frye stands inches away from the original painting, intently studying the pointillist dots until his own identity seems to melt into the canvas.

Standing on the brightly lit Namba Walk, you can perfectly reenact that cinematic moment. You can get a first-hand look at ceramic recreation examining textures without a single pane of museum glass separating you from the art. The surrounding transportation center is incredibly clean, safe and beautifully maintained. Strolling through these magnificent impressionistic displays while trains hum in the distance requires a brief moment of mental recalibration. It’s not until you look up and see the transit signs that point to the Midosuji, Yotsubashi, and Sinishimae Lines instead of Chicago’s Red or Blue Lines that you really realize you’re wandering the lost basement of the Art Institute’s modern wing.

Additional reports by Tsuyoshi Kizu.

An underground passage displays a framed copy of a famous Chicago artwork made of tilesAn underground passage displays a framed copy of a famous Chicago artwork made of tiles
The crown jewel of the Namba Walk exhibition is a huge ceramic reproduction of the work of Georges Seurat Sunday afternoon on the island of La Grande Jatte. Photograph: Joshua Mellen for the Observer

Deep inside Osaka's Namba Station, works from the Art Institute of Chicago await


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