An old man takes a picture of cherry blossoms with his cell phone.
He smiles, looking the picture he took.
A mother walks slowly with a baby in a baby car, seeing the blossoms.
A dog comes to them, and the baby laughs.
Everyone around the cherry blossoms is happy and peaceful.

Today is a happy day
With a first cherry blossom.
An old Haiku by Basho is come to me.

1. 2008/03/31　
2. Diary

Saw a movie on a TV, the “Titanic.”
Imagined if I were at that situation.
In case there were fewer boats than the numbers of passengers, what is “right answer” as a human being.

I couldn't come up with the answer. Or is there a right answer?

1. 2008/03/30　
2. Diary

It's a little earlier, but I shipped works to Chicago for a show at the end of April.
I feel so comfortable when I ship works.
Though strange words, air I breath is fresher than always.

Just now I've started to paint for a solo show at Rome this June.
This time the concept of the show is based on a piece I had painted when I was seventeen.
After ten and several years I am inspired to create new works.
I'm pleased at this.

Though strange words, I feel like collaborating with myself.

1. 2008/03/29　
2. Diary

1. 2008/03/27　
2. Diary

My oldest memory about book is The Tales of Ghost 1.
I used to “gazed” fearfully at this book (because I was too little to read.)

I casually found the book in a bookstore the other day and bought it instinctively.
And I’m reading it repeatedly.
“The ghosts” are represented as very humorous characters for kids' readers.
Why had I been frightened it so much?
Child's imagination on horror is drastic.

In the book, I especially loved “a ghost with only one eye” and would draw it.
Maybe it was the very origin of my “only one eye” characters in my pieces.
We might have forgotten a prompt of “things we love vaguely.”

I was surprised at that this book was first printed at the same year and month of my birth.

1. 2008/03/26　
2. Diary

A moving party of a friend. He is my bike friend.
He had ridden a motorbike for a while, but this time he's back with a new and cool bike.

I'm jealous.

1. 2008/03/23　
2. Diary

Warm and mild day.
Drawing in a park.

Sun makes me sleepy.

1. 2008/03/18　
2. Diary

I, at this moment, am what I've lived since I was born.

Though feeling like that every day makes me tired, sometimes I realize that.

1. 2008/03/15　
2. Diary

Human beings tend to “restrict” one’s action without knowing.
“Adherence” to things seems to be honorable, but it means the person gives up on his ability.
I'm not the exception. So I had determined ten years ago.
That there is no rule in my creating. This is only a rule.

From birth, we live with many many limits.
Time, place, money, and so on.
They limit me enough.

It's important to review oneself whether one draws a line in one's action or not, when one is at a standstill.

1. 2008/03/14　
2. Diary

Night I don't want to sleep yet.
Morning I feel like lying in my bed more.

Both the night and the morning are true. Yet or more.

1. 2008/03/13　
2. Diary

Repainted a work I finished few years ago.
My works will be repainted during they're under my hand.
That's why I'm alive.

Not only me, but also my works.

1. 2008/03/11　
2. Diary

Out to a bar until after midnight.
There a musician played. He is my friend and we all enjoyed his song.
I drew him singing and gave it to him. He loved the drawing.
So tired but way to my room awoke me, I worked a little when back.

I felt the more comfortable than before when I was out.

1. 2008/03/09　
2. Diary

Making pieces.
Though I don't make sure to create a lot, I'm making more and more.

Things I did taught me the most.

1. 2008/03/08　
2. Diary

Sleepy House was finished.

1. 2008/03/02　
2. Diary