Zao in Yamagata, I saw a pleasant village while picking edible wild plants. A little stone was piled up on the ridge of the field. It was casual and very natural.
I often have the opportunity to ride the bullet train. There is a place I like on the way. Loose mountain ridges overlap comfortably. It’s a landscape that makes me feel better when I look at it.
The other day, in the bullet train. I remembered the scenery in my heart. I drew a drawing based on my memory. I can draw based on the photo which taken through the window every season , but then extra greed gets in the way trying to draw well, want to resemble a photo.
そういうのを振り払えるとやっと集中して作品と向き合えます。
When I can shake off that kind of my feeling. I can concentrate and face may work.