I wonder where the imagination for drawing comes from? On a sheet of white paper, I casually draw a line. The white paper immediately becomes a screen and space.
Sitting in front of the paper, I wait for a visit from my imagination. My imagination has to be clearer than when I meditate. Otherwise I cannot draw.
I must have been dreaming or something. I started to draw a circle and the circle became and eyeless face. The surroundings of the face are lines of a stratum, meteorological contour lines. The face of a girl or an old lady in Munch’s”The Scream” rose before me and flew away. The heads of Picasso, Sharaku, and Eisen came across my mind but they disappeared, too Many images come and go. Faces that I don’t recognize come and go. Whose faces were those? Are those clouds, or the sky reflected in water? A leaf vibrates and disappears
People always say that to be a good designer, you have to have good taste. After accepting kitsch, I started to wonder what good taste actually was and why it was necessary. I started to think I should put taste aside when creating my work. It was just setting rules for me and blocking my mind. It wasn’t until the end of my junior year that I realised I was unconsciously doing design work for rich people only. It seemed that my goal was to make cool and expensive things that support a specific lifestyle. I wanted to change this and my subject transformed from lifestyle to life itself. I spent time observing the real world.