Takashi isiklik ajaveeb。Mitte ainult maalide kohta、Millele ma iga päev mõtlen、mida sa tunned、Kirjutan, mis pähe tuleb。See blogi on kolmas põlvkond。Algusest peale on sellest möödas üle 20 aasta.。
2023Alates 1. jaanuarist、Praegu otsustasin kirjutada lihtsalt paaritutel päevadel.。Eks ma hakkan jupphaaval oma tulevikusuuna ja muu peale mõtlema.。
This is over painting, I think. It means that was painted too much narrative without deep thinking. It shows us the gap between this expression and my feeling.
Althogh, It seems that filled with joy on this picture. It has good feeling. I got a new understanding of myself who could refresh with paiting pictures. 2012/4/3
My father was dead. Märts 13 in 2012, at 8:22 in morning. I just was in time for his death before 5 or 6 hours with my brother. Outside was in the snowstorm as impossible as relate the train from Hachino-he to Oh-minato. When his pulse was disappear from the moniter, I was there with only my father in that room.
When we arrived, soon I felt he would be die in not so longtime. The other side, I had strange confidence that I could save his own life unfounded. At that time, his doctor has been gived saving his life up already I guess. Actualy I couldn’t do anything as completly for my father, I must be allowed the fact of his death.
I wonder if I can do saving my father’s-own-life ? I have been imagined that he might be Come-back to our family, if I could take him care with apply myself, just while 6 or minimum 3 months. Althogh I couldn’t, because I have to keep the life of my own family. Was I abandand him? He wants to complain to me, I wonder?
There is my father’s tree planted property that was viewed dark place in this picture. That is having good condition for trees now as he loved trees and its emvironmental nature. These trees just are little for use since only 50 years after his planting. They will be glowing up gradually. This mountain reminds me to him. 3/27
mu isa ei tunne end hästi。Ühel hommikul mõtlesin äkki。Mul pole oma isa portreed。
My father has been bad for three weeks. One morning, I found that I didn’t have his portrait I painted.
ma olen maalikunstnik。Pealegi on peateemaks inimesed (kuigi seda on raske portreeks nimetada).。sellegipoolest、Minu isast pole portreed.。isa, ema, naine, vend、Ma ei joonistanud ühtegi oma sugulast.。Isegi autoportreesid pole palju。kui mu vanaisa suri、Joonistasin surimaski, mis laiutas endiselt sooja keha.。Ülejäänud on mu poja oma、Esineb vaid üksikuid visandeid.。
Although I’m a professional painter, but I have not painted any portraits of my relative’s. Even my self-portrait is also. In exeptional cases, one portrait of my grand-father was painted as his deth-mask just when he died, I did it on his body like a horse riding. Other is even a few my son’s, occasionaly.
Mida rohkem ma sellele mõtlen、see tundub imelik。Mind on alati huvitanud inimnäod ja žestid.、Arvasin, et jälgin asju sügavamalt kui teised inimesed.、Mida see tähendab?
I feel that’s the more strange, the more thinking. Althogh I’ve been keeping curiosity about human’s faces, human’s manner and I believed I was a good human watcher, why I didn’t do that?
Minu peres on liiga palju elutunnetust.、Kas see tähendab, et need eemaldatakse maalimise teemast? aga、Ma arvan, et elutunde ja maalikunsti vahel pole vastuolu.。
Is this mean that the family is too close to me for object of painting pictures? However, I think that is consistable.
Nüüdsest olen ma enda ja oma pere suhtes teadlik.、Joonistame tuttava inimese。Tuttavatest motiividest、Näiteid heade piltide loomisest on palju.。
I will painting many portraits of my familial people after now. It goes without saying that the greatworks will be born from a famirial goods or things for artists.
