Painting Project under the isolated situation. (from 2020 - present)

I paint things that usually exist on a daily basis and create a variety of works that diversify everyday life.

2 years has almost passed since I moved to New York.

I got many experiences in here include pandemic situation.

Every now and then, I connected with “not so healthy looking vegetables,” the typical NYC grocery store ones. They gave me energy in a strange way, quietly, but surely.

I grew a habit of leaving the house way earlier than I needed to in order to deal with the unreliable NYC subway.

This habit led me to unexpected warm communications with native New Yorkers. 

Even though I’m not capable of having conversations about complicated topics, politics, and explaining my emotions in English yet, I made some friends who patiently listened and genuinely converted with me, those whom I appreciate every day. (Sometimes it go through zoom etc.)

I think that having them on my side also gave me energy to get by.

Those days in NY have given me a reason to reflect upon my past, my art, my drawings.

My works tend to be filled with lines almost overwhelmingly.

Lines to me have the resemblance of children’s first attempt at drawing, lines which appear in the traditional Japanese paintings, or the scrabbles of random notes.

There is probably structure in lines.

Some artists might strive to draw in a two dimensional way.

I thought of my case carefully.

And I realized that it is more like A three dimensional notion, like an action similar to digging up objects from the other dimension in order to deliver it to the other side. Having parents who were sculptors possibly influenced me to approach drawing in this way, who knows.

I’ve spent almost half of my life dedicated to art, facing canvases, paints, my lines, non stop.

After all, I recognized my method of expression, drawing lines had never really changed.