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

Play a tune on the harmonica when feeling drowsy while working pieces.
That is effective for my mind to wake up.

1. 2008/04/17　
2. Diary

I can draw at everywhere.
But, there is a drawing that I could draw at a particular place for sure.

I often go to a jazz café and there somehow I can make a piece with a comfortable mood.
That is because of jazz music played in the café and the unique atmosphere of the café.
It is enjoyable for me to draw at a lot of places.
For example, I can make some characters that I couldn’t imagine at my room in trains.

And I'm sure there are some spots for spark suit for me.
Thinking of that, I feel like going out to the places.

1. 2008/04/16　
2. Diary

A friend of my friend is just like my friend.

Friend may be a person who has the same mood as the friends.
Though it is not mentioned in a dictionary, I am sure.

1. 2008/04/15　
2. Diary

Boy1 Good-bye.
Boy2 …say see you again.

These are the speeches from the movie Stand by Me.

A farewell party of a friend who goes back to Hiroshima from Tokyo. The party lasted until morning.
Everyone was excited because he leaves this town.

Good-bye.
I never use the words because I know the loneliness to be said the words.
I couldn't say.

1. 2008/04/14　
2. Diary

When my friend and I ran on bikes, we were caught in the little rain.
But we didn’t care and ran.
Then it was a heavy rain.
Nothing could stop us, said and we ran and ran.
But the rain came down in torrents, and we could no longer listen to each other by the noise of rains.
We were soaked to the skin, and guffaw at each other.

There is sometimes when we do nothing but laugh.

1. 2008/04/13　
2. Diary

A couple favors Japan come. Shown them Tokyo.
They taught me a lot of fascinations of this country from eyes of Americans.
I studied well from them.

I'm at a loss for words all the time when asked where I enjoy at this town.
I'm not particular about place to enjoy.
My answer is that I enjoy talking friends the most.
Except for genteel places, I don't care where it is.

1. 2008/04/12　
2. Diary

A friend of mine from Fukuoka.
He took local trains from Fukuoka to Tokyo, stopping off some places.
I am jealous of him because I haven't traveled like him recently.

Ideas came to me suddenly.
Now my hands are well moving around.

1. 2008/04/11　
2. Diary

1. 2008/04/10　
2. Diary

Think when see water poured to a glass.
That this water might have been rain fell on a dinosaur.

It is a dramatic thought that waters are circulating in the earth.
At first, water of this planet had been a block of ice included in a meteorite traveled space.
I trace along on and finally get to the big bang. That is one of my favorite imaginations.

I could be somehow impressed.

1. 2008/04/09　
2. Diary

Cherry blossoms bloomed at the naked branches, then they were in full bloom, and they were falling, growing the sprout.

I watched the process every day.
All lives have strong powers.
Energy of lives is great. It's strong and cool.
There is no need for formal reasons. To live is wonderful.

Well, I am living.
So I'm great.
You're great.

1. 2008/04/08　
2. Diary

An artificial life is created by a curious accident in Faust, Goethe's play.
That artificial life is born in a flask by an accident as an earthquake.

I remember this episode when I pass my peak of creating.
Human's will might be smaller than a great power of “accident.”

Imagine space, planets, and lives.
Accidents inevitably had something to do with the births of these things as the triggers.
As the same, I think that great works are always made only when people work hard.
They are collaborations of a concentration transcend one's will and accident lead by the concentration.

Goethe must have thought like that.
Sometimes I think.

1. 2008/04/07　
2. Diary

My water bucket.
I've been using this bucket since I was six.
As you see, colors are piling and making its surface uneven, but it's good for me.
I change the water often, but the colors might have hardened little by little while I'm working.
I don't know why, but it means the pile of my twenty-five years.

It's no longer "a water bucket" for me.
It is my buddy, or fellow.
But I seldom think of that, and use the bucket without thinking its specialty.

I will use the water pot from now on.
No one ever wants to have it, but it's important for me.

It's been with me whenever I work, so I mention it at here.

1. 2008/04/06　
2. Diary

What a beautiful season now is.

The sun, the air, and the wind are so comfortable.

Just walking around exhilarates me.

Colors are shining in this season.

1. 2008/04/05　
2. Diary

Unpainted "Sleepy House" and the draft.

1. 2008/04/04　
2. Diary

Scissors & Butterfly

This is the title of my solo show opened from June to July in Rome.
The words derive from a piece I had done when I was seventeen, the piece named Scissors & Butterfly.
Although the title and concept of it had fitted, I was too young to shape it.

Thirteen years has past since then.
I found that the theme has been swimming in my mind for a long time.

Scissors & Butterfly.
I love this beautiful and poetic word.

1. 2008/04/02　
2. Diary

I have some friends visiting here from Fukuoka or America next week.
They are kind guys.
Somehow they are always tender and warm.
So they are clever.

The guys are going to stay my room.
I'd like to entertain them as they do for me.

1. 2008/04/01　
2. Diary