Each picture has simple rules, which are followed or deviated from, and proceeds. It proceeds involving possibilities and causality. There are visible and invisible rules, a mixture of what has already been decided and what has yet to be decided. There are only four directions in any picture, vertical, horizontal, and diagonal, and then there are lines, points, planes, and touches. There are only four directions, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16. In this way, possibilities and relationships expand toward eternity like chess and shogi. The warp thread of time and the weft thread of possibility. Depending on the thickness or thinness of the paint, how much it is melted, how it is layered, and the type and width of the brush, it remains as it is and at the same time, it has depth. The light can be strong or weak, increasing or decreasing, bright or dark. Painting reminds me of things, music, and people in stories that I have long forgotten. Stories and the many people I have seen. One memory calls another memory. I remember and then forget. It becomes a never-ending association. In this way, the way I paint is in flux. I start drawing lines and coloring without knowing how to draw or what I want to express. Then you become confused. After doing a lot of things and waiting, the timing comes and you realize. Without a theme, concept, or purpose, a single light is created.
