Category: Art

It's been a while、自由なモチーフで、“適当に” 描いてみた。For a while now、YouTube用の水彩か、出品用の作品しか、描いていなかったような気がする。こういう「描いてみただけ」というのが本当は楽しいんだよね。

うまく描いて当たり前とか、うまく描かないと恥ずかしい、なんて思いこんでいると、ろくなことはない。楽しくないどころか、ストレスだ。drawing a picture is、本当は「ストレス解消」であってほしい。多くの画家たちにとって、半分はストレス解消になっているはずだが、半分はストレスにもなっているはずだ。なんにしても、“ねばならぬ” はよくない。

ある量を所要時間で割れば、単位時間当たりの「時間効率」が出る。一日に3枚絵を描けば、1枚しか描けない日の、3倍効率がいいことになりそうだが、それがバカバカしい計算であることは子どもでも分かる。一枚一枚の絵（の価値または意味）は、それぞれに異なっていて、それを測る基準・指標もまた、個人的なものだから。

drawing a picture is、on second thoughts、どこかで子どもに還ることじゃないだろうか。それが心のふるさと、ではないのかな。世の中ますます生きづらくなっている。自殺する人も増えている。accident、災害も多い。そのうえ至る所で戦争まで起こしやがって。drawing a picture is、平和だ。平和になることだ。Besides,、（少しの間でも）自由にもなれる。“適当に” 絵を描こうよ。

What people find beautiful (not necessarily things) is probably different for each person.、That's also important。even within the same person、During the period of growth and the process of deepening the spirit,、The target must also change。And、many are forgotten、being lost。Beauty is fleeting。

I was thinking in my first dream。myself、What do you think is truly beautiful?、and。Not that either、I'm choosing not to have this.、Suddenly, I thought, ``It might be snowing.''。
In hindsight、I started drawing snowy scenes on New Year's Day.、I imagined that it must have appeared in a dream.、before that、I wonder if I've been throwing away many beautiful things from myself.、I also remember being filled with sad thoughts.。
From inside the box of memories、With a feeling of panic、I am taking out the “beauty” that I have lost one by one (all of them are、I laugh at how flat it is, like a picture on paper.)。And、What suddenly appeared in my palm、It was snow stuck to small stones.。In my favorite forest、I was rubbing my fingers against the half-frozen snow.。

That's right、The color of the snow was not white。The color of the stone gradually becomes transparent、jagged、And the color is like a child's cheeks rubbed by the wind.、There are also one or two small needle-like crystals standing on top of it.。forever、I wish I could just draw it、I was thinking about this even after I woke up.。

The other day (12/16)、I went to Ginza to see Yoko Yasuhara's solo exhibition from Kokugakai.。It was the last day、There are always people visiting all of my solo exhibitions.、The number of people coming to see the paintings hasn't decreased.、I felt a little relieved.。

It's been a long time since the pedestrian paradise。I also hear a lot of Chinese、I felt firsthand that tourism in that country had become open.。Sitting down in an unexpected place on the street、A family each fiddling with their smartphones。There is still a slight sense of discomfort、From the perspective of a single Chinese tourist,、I feel that I have become much more like a Japanese person.。

When the sky is shining、Europe、America、South American、Middle Eastern Department、African faces come and go。I went there wearing just a dress shirt.、I was still sweating。12mid month、I wonder what's going on with this heat?。Some people walk around wearing only T-shirts.、Next to them, there are people wearing down jackets.。From that heaven、90 degrees to each gallery、It bends with a jerk。

A poinsettia that has suffered for many years、Found a strategy、This year, I took a little bit of the burden off my shoulders (soon to come)、I'll put it on YouTube)。10 days until New Year's Eve。a healthy person、Looking at a lively solo exhibition、While planning and making prototypes of more than a dozen paintings until next year's presentation.、I'll be more motivated to find another way to conquer poinsettias.。