Takashi's personal blog。Not just about paintings、What I think about every day、what you feel、I write whatever comes to mind。This blog is the third generation。From the beginning, it has been over 20 years.。
2023From January 1st、For now, I decided to just write on odd numbered days.。I'm going to think about my future direction and other things piece by piece.。
My senior、It seems like he won an award at an exhibition.。Awesome! What do you think?、I went to see it with some friends from my class.。
what、this? ...Among all the really bad works.、There was somehow a golden tag hanging next to my senior's picture that said ``Award'' on it.。Is it okay to be happy?、I wish I could just kick the award away.、As much as I think、The surrounding pictures were terrible.。I'm glad to have won an award there.、That's what I thought、The faces of the seniors I met at the venue were shining brightly.、All we could say was "Hey!"。
next class time、Before congratulating me again, my senior raised a finger in front of his lips.。So we didn't say anything either.。But、That made me happier than my senior's award itself.。
Because、I was soaring in there after receiving an award.、That was a little disappointing。As expected of a senior。I、I completely revised it。
But、What's good about your senior's drawings?、I don't really know.。
*There is no relation to any real person.。It's a fictional story。
Drawing at this age、People say, ``I'm happy to have a good hobby,'' and people say, ``Isn't this a waste of money?'' Although not directly.、There are people who feel that way.。surely。I sometimes think like that somewhere in my heart too.。
I'm also old enough、I don't even know if I'll be able to draw for the next ten years.、It's clear that it doesn't matter just because I drew it.。Even the children don't say it out loud.、It would be a better use of money if I could buy my wife some delicious food for my paint money.、It seems like he thinks about it。I guess the old man is starting to get bored and all he can think about is drinking drinks and painting.、I learned a long time ago what children think.。But、I don't dare to fight。I'm lonely。
At this age、I also wanted to learn a little about painting.。When I thought about it、I've only been looking at and drawing pictures based on my senses and likes and dislikes.、A picture that you don't understand will never be understood.、I avoid pictures I don't like just because I don't like them.。But that's it、Do you feel like the experience you've had so far is a waste?、I started to feel like it would never be completed.。at least、I think there are some pictures that you shouldn't just say you like or dislike.。Although it is vague、A certain grade or rather、Something ruthless like a high jump bar。you want to see that。
the world is wide。Some people have children after 90 with the intention of making their children artists.、90Some people go on to enroll in art universities.。And graduated as president、To stay at the university and be in a position to teach...。If I say it's not normal, it's not normal.、Maybe that's what the "world of pictures" is all about.。I'm in that world too、I want to build my grave anywhere, anywhere.。
*This is a fictional story。has no relation to any real person。
one day、The teacher brought a rose as the subject of the painting.。I like looking at flowers、I'm not good at drawing。Above all, I don't like the fact that it has thorns.。It looks like it hurts and I can't move my arm or brush.。
The teacher says that there is no need to draw a rose.、I don't have any other ideas, so I have no choice but to draw roses...。However、However、is。I think I can draw something really well just for today. Hehehe、It's not like I've been doing it for a long time, but I'm finally showing my ability...! While holding back the urge to hum involuntarily,、I was absorbed in drawing it。Huh、This is just the right amount of tiredness.。
The flowers won't bloom until next time.、The trick to drawing flowers is to draw as much as you can at once.。roll up your sleeves、When I couldn't help but lean forward, I thought, "Huh? That's my canvas."。The sound of the sound became smoother.。Behind the chair, my new canvas radiated pure white beauty...。
