Gazed at a book of classical paintings.
Imagined processes of joys and sorrows of whom I don't know.

Time when absorbed in working, forgetting eating and sleeping, on the contrary time when distracted and couldn't concentrate on working.
At a moment when filled with imaginations, or one day mind is covered with fogs.
The best work at one day, and in another day it's looked just as twaddle.
A finer day makes me sing, or days of raining.

Maybe, everyone is almost same.
I feel the same as the classical artist by myself, and get motivated.

1. 2008/05/16　
2. Diary

There are a lot of pleasant words in mind of a person who always enjoys its days.
There are a lot of negative words in mind of a person who tend to be negative.
Though it's a casual thing to say, I'm feeling like that, seeing sad news these days.
But words in mind shouldn't be thought lightly.
Because “words in mind” mean “consciousness” or “conception.”

Imagine, happy and pleasant things.

1. 2008/05/15　
2. Diary

An illustration for magazine advertisement. (Cosmopolitan, Cleo, Womans Day, et cetra.)
The concept is “tea party of monsters.”

Australia is a foreign country I had visited the first when I was a junior high school student.
I really enjoyed the country, loved the kind people, and loved the country.
So my heart has been full when I did this work.
I hadn't thought that I could work for this country when I was sixteen years old.
Wish people I met then could look my illustration.

Joy filled my heart, thinking so.

1. 2008/05/14　
2. Diary

To taking it easy is one way to improve, think when see a person in a bind.

1. 2008/05/13　
2. Diary

I used to play Mini-Yonku(Yonku means for wheels) when I was in elementary school.
My friends and I used a “flume” that has run from the top of a mountain to the root as our lane.

We started to sweep up dead leaves piled on the flume with brooms.
Then release own machines to the flume and run by ourselves to keep up with each machines.
Once the machine falls, raise it up and back to the race.

By the way there is another place to play Mini-Yonku.
A lane for Mini-Yonku was set up at the roof of a supermarket.
But it was boring for us only to stay and look our machines ran.
We couldn't help running with our machines.
So we used to run up and down the mountain until it got dark.



There is another difference between an exclusive lane and our handmade lane.
That is, that “every machines run on one flume.”
Sometimes machines crushed and a machine could come from behind the other one because of the landform of the mountain.
So we were really excited.
The machines run as if they had their own wills.
At the moment when the head falls, then the second takes the place.
An expensive motor doesn't always win.
Often a machine crushed to pieces.
That is because the machine was too converted.
Luck and coincidences decided the race.



And goal.
Machines run into “cushion of dead leaves” that we swept the first.
And we were panting to goal.



Anyway there is a difference between machines of guys play at an exclusive lane and our machines.
The difference is that our machines had a lot of scratches.
That is reasonable to run at a mountain.
But we were proud of the scratches, because the machines were “four wheel cars.”
We raced at off-road, without knowing.
I miss those days.

I feel like doing the race again.
Now the machines are only displayed, so they have no scratches or injuries.

Guys at my age might sympathize with this story and images.

1. 2008/05/12　
2. Diary

Syunsaku Tamiya, Works of Tamiya. (1997)

The reason why I wrote about Mini-Yonku was that this book reminded me of my childhood.
It is an autobiographical book about a philosophy on creating of the president of Tamiya, Syunsaku Tamiya.
There is his love for creating filled in all pages of this book.
His passion is poignant to read and makes me motivated.
This book tells that the company succeeded because the company should.

I'd like to meet him once.
I'm glad to know the president of Tamiya is attractive.
This book made me think that.

1. 2008/05/12　
2. Diary

I was featured by a Russian street culture magazine, DUCKU.
About myself, my works, and my philosophy of creating are introduced in the pages.

I couldn't read Russian but I can feel the beauty of Cyrillic alphabet.
It's cool like characters of the space.
Letters I am not familiar to and couldn't read are attractive for me.

1. 2008/05/11　
2. Diary

Feeling like doing oil painting these days.
I don't know the reason. Just vaguely.

“Vaguely” is often looked as being irresponsible, but indeed it's a true motivation.

1. 2008/05/10　
2. Diary

There are people who study and produce art materials.
I could create my works through their works, think this reasonable fact.

A word “create” means that I have nothing what I do all process by myself.

1. 2008/05/09　
2. Diary

Discovered and improved today too.
That is the advantage shows I'm not perfect and the god.

I'm motivated.

1. 2008/05/08　
2. Diary

I've been thinking that a personality of an individual consists of the consciousness and conception that the person has.
I'm thinking now about how many percentage of the personality is made of them…

1. 2008/05/07　
2. Diary

Saw a bird flying. The bird sprigged easily when like.
Though immature, I'm jealous of the bird.
I wish I could fly with the wind.

It is the greatest that birds fly without any tools.

1. 2008/05/06　
2. Diary

“You must write about what you did and where you did it.”
When I was in an elementary school, a teacher had commented like this to my writing for summer vacation.
I remind the words, reading this blog again.
After all I haven't almost written about “what and where.”

It's more important what I think this day than what I do or where I go.
I don't mean to say a great thing.
But it's the same as not to do anything and to go anywhere unless I feel nothing.
In some cases, what or where might be important, but for me “what and where” come after “what I think.”

It's not a big problem because I guess the teacher doesn't check this blog.

1. 2008/05/05　
2. Diary

A half-day off today.
Read some books piled up at my desk and had a leisurely bath.

After these busy days would pass, I'd like to go on a little trip with my sketchbook and camera.
Yes, I will go for sure.

1. 2008/05/04　
2. Diary

Recently I've found pleasure in painting more than before.
Discovery and progress are the powers to make me “keep painting for several ten years.”
As though the discovery and the progress are little.

Today I failed a piece.
That was because of the lack of my concentration.
However I learned some from this failure.
It was a small thing, but I've got for sure.

I'm still enjoying painting.
That's why I paint.

1. 2008/05/03　
2. Diary

Soon after waking up, observe plants around a stream in front of my house.
It's my habit recently.

Many plants, insects, birds, and fishes.
My favorite neighborhood.

1. 2008/05/02　
2. Diary

My piece of work named Positive E.
I've got a kind e-mail from one who owns this piece.

To create works based on a theme as positive energy in this world where is filled with negative news.
He appreciated my works, understanding the importance of positive energy. It was so great for me to read his words.

In almost art works, dark and chaotic theme is still the mainstream.
I had tired of those things and broken with those without notice.
Because I've known my chaos is only a little thing. Besides if I had despair of things in this world, I should already have died.
I do not want to express the halfway fog ever after.
So “strong energy” that keeps me alive is more worth being painted than these dark side of this world.

Perhaps there might be someone looks to be “positive” and to have “hopes” as being “reckless.”
Or there might be someone who thinks “darkness” or “chaos” is more thinkable as themes of arts.
But argues about that have nothing to do with me any more.
Whoever says or whatever is said, I insist that “a power stimulates us to live” is the strongest and the most precious of all.

The e-mail showed me that my spirit could be told through my piece.
Every morning he wakes up in San Diego, enjoying seeing this my piece, he says.

I'm so glad.

1. 2008/05/01　
2. Diary

It's a fine day. To a riverside.
Some families ate their picnic lunches.
A stone thrown by a child ran over the surface of the river.
Warm day. Snug wind.

Haaappy.

1. 2008/04/30　
2. Diary

I guessed it's eleven o'clock now, but in fact it's nine.
I'm feeling really really happy.

Hope I always guess the time earlier.
But every time doesn't mean to be lucky.

1. 2008/04/29　
2. Diary

A small stationer in my neighborhood has closed a business after all.
I feel sad and a little inconvenience.

Recently I'm drawing with a pen I bought in that store.

1. 2008/04/28　
2. Diary

I often couldn't sleep without facing the right.
Doubt myself that it's my prejudice and try to sleep in another positions, but I couldn't sleep.
Besides, as the same, I often couldn't sleep without facing the left.

I don't know why.

1. 2008/04/27　
2. Diary

Sometimes I'm in a slump and works aren't got ahead.
But I come across a dramatic idea in a matter of seconds.

I wonder what is happening at "the moment" in my brain.
It's a mystery that an idea what don't come from me of a split second before comes to me now.
Or I think there already might "be solutions for all things."
In fact an artist experiences that there really is, unless Platon hadn't advocated the theory of idea.

I've got the right answer.
Sometimes I could feel like that with my heart.

1. 2008/04/26　
2. Diary

Drawing at a cafe.
It made me refreshed because I've been painting for a while.
Sketch some plants in my neighborhood in a sketchbook.
This is also one of my favorite ways to refresh.

I do nothing but refreshing myself.
Then the aggregation of refresh is my piece.

1. 2008/04/25　
2. Diary

I have nothing to write at this blog.
In addition, I have no images.

I have nothing, but I'm writing everyday this month.
I knew I've been very busy for solo show in Rome, but the very when I'm busy, I have a lot of things to think.
That is what I thought at the beginning of this month.
And I understand that I'm not always thinking significant things.
Or I might do around the same things, places, and thought.

Show you an image of my surroundings when I have no images.
Look at my paintbrush.

By the way, I said I'm writing everyday this month, but to tell the truth, I skipped one day.
That is what I do, but please praise me. I skipped only one day.

1. 2008/04/24　
2. Diary

“Feeling so comfortable at my thirties.”

I often speak like this since my last birthday when I got age of thirty.
Actually I could feel my mind is getting in good condition than before.
I've got a way to enjoy chaos stylishly.

I remember I thought the same as I'm thinking now when I was twenty-two.
“Wow, this year must be my best.”

“You've said so every year” since then, say my friends.

1. 2008/04/23　
2. Diary

This is 2008.
Thought while walking around.

This is 2008 of Christian Era, and this era had been created by ancient people long time ago.
That is reasonable, but wonderful.
365 days make one year. And these years have piled up to 2008. It's wonderful.
That means a pile of magnificent days.

The road I'm walking on might have been a road a nameless samurai had walked on.
Or there might have been a place where an extinct spice had once flourished.
I sympathize with a lot of histories ignored and not recorded.

There is a fact that I'm here at this moment as a result of the great pile of days forgotten.
Today, is a part of history for sure.

1. 2008/04/22　
2. Diary

I often see an old woman in library.

She wears the same everyday, puts on the same sandals even in winter.
Bound leaflets whose other side are white are her notebooks.
She always writes down a lot in the papers from books.
Though she stoops with old age, has a powerful energy.
I would have wanted to talk to her, but her mood for study keeps me from approaching her.
She is as if a priest under religious austerities.

She is very concentrating on writing. Write, write, and write.
I'm sure she enjoys studying with a glance.
I'm moved by her attitude and feel as if I would be hit by something.

”Hey me, you should do more.”

By the way, a philosopher in ancient Greece, Aristoteles said.
That “the more things I know, the better I know that I do not know.”
Then I add these words after his words.
“So this world is fresh even when I would be 100 years old.”

The attitude for study of the old woman taught me a lot.

1. 2008/04/21　
2. Diary

My pieces occupy my mind when I'm working.
The bath overflowed while I was thinking.
I had been run over by a taxi, while thinking.

I'm in a danger at both time when concentrating on a thing or absentminded.
That means I have no guard.

Antonio Gaudi who are famous for Sagurada Familia in Spain.
He was run over and killed by a streetcar, he didn't notice the streetcar while thinking.

I must take care.

Learn myself, when I'm not concentrating.

1. 2008/04/20　
2. Diary

Found a toy that I had wanted when I was in elementary school in a shop.
That had been priced 1,000 yen and it had been a big price for me as a child.
I was so excited when I came across it, because it reminds me of my childhood.
It was that I had long for…
The price was not changed.

Now I can buy it.
I'm sure I can, but buying easily rather means a matter for me now.
That is, I feel sorry for “myself of these days who had had been keen on it but couldn't get.”
I couldn't want it with the same energy as I had when I was a child.

Thinking of that, I had “things to be keen on getting” when I was a child.
It was ridiculous for now, but I had wanted the things even if I had sold my soul.
So there had been a story between “the things” and me.

A dinosaur in the image today was a model of Tyrannosaurus I had got when I was a high school student.
It was expensive for me, so I had part time job to get it and color it by myself.
Now remember when I had bought my stereo, and when I had got my mountain bike.
I had used to gaze the catalogs, counting money I had saved.
That had been a time to make a story of the thing and me.

I have no thing to be keen on getting now.
I don't have, but I might be attracted by it if I would go to the shop again.
Buy…or not…

I enjoy spending time so.

1. 2008/04/19　
2. Diary

My intuitions for good things are realized often these days.
Though I don't have supernatural power, I feel myself “my mind's working well.”

Yes, my mind is working very well. Cheers.

1. 2008/04/18　
2. Diary