I like to fantasize so much that I could say it is my hobby. I used to think (and still do) that fantasy is like a magic potion, a way to escape from reality, but mixing paints is like harmonizing reality and fantasy in a pleasant way. In this work, I depict the world of reality and the world of fantasy. The reality always looks right and solid, but in fact it is ambiguous, imprecise, and easily destroyed. The world that appears is the world that I longed for as a child. Although it is an imaginary world, I feel as if I have seen it before and feel nostalgic. Which of the two worlds do the petals that are falling in the air belong to? The boundary between reality and fantasy is still ambiguous. It must be my world in which I long for and wish to be myself.
