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