I believe that creating artwork is a confrontation with oneself. I notice weaknesses that I don't want to accept, turn away from, or overcome. I start a painting without setting a goal. I decide on colors and textures with my senses, following my emotions at the time. At first, it was a simple painting with a central part spread over the whole picture, somewhat bland and simple. I let the painting sit for a few months, and when I faced it again, it was a neat, angular line circling the painting. I thought that somewhere along the line I had developed a dirty mind, and that I had come close to creating a picture that looked like something that would be popular. I was so disgusted with myself that I thought, "This is a boring picture," and crushed the paint that I had heaped on it. After that, I started mixing colors as much as I wanted and heaping them up as much as I wanted. I was crazy about it, mixing colors that became more and more fun, and putting them on sticky. I was so absorbed in the painting that I don't remember how I painted after the switch went off. It is an impossible-to-reproduce painting that came about because of my state of mind and the environment I was in at the time. It is a "bursting flower," a pure enjoyment that broke out of my shell and burst forth, each petal becoming a petal.
