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

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