This work depicts early spring in my own way. A space at dusk with fog. Birds and butterflies return to their nests in search of healing, as if this man were their guardian deity. We accept this fact without thinking it strange. A moment later, a locomotive appears to pass by. At that speed, cherry blossom petals scatter and dance into the room. This work began as an imaginary sketch, a bit of a doodle. The reference was a pile of empty cages piled high in the room of a white-tailed gazelle specialty bird cage shop that I had seen before, which was about to go under. When I saw it, the deserted yet mysterious scene made a huge impact on my mind. My imagination gradually grew and gradually transformed it into a mysterious image. But what kind of events do I perceive as mysterious? It was not the gods, or religion, for that matter, but the cold air of nature and the space in which it floats, as if the other world and this world were ambiguously hand in hand, that I found to be my spiritual magnetic field. With this thought as the source, my hand moved on its own, and in no time at all, a small drawing of this painting was completed. When I transferred the original sketch to the painting, I kept in mind the flow of the atmosphere. Next is the slumbering expression of a poor young man who makes his living making birdcages for a single person, whom I have allowed to live in a fictional village I created. Hikanzakura. A place and space that seems to be everywhere, but in fact is a friend to the darkness that has no place. I picked up my brush to paint such a picture. The evening sky is engulfed in mist, and birds and butterflies flock together as if this man is This seemingly ordinary daily occurrence is accepted calmly, without any sense of wonder. In that moment, a locomotive appears, as if about to pass by. The cherry blossom petals scatter at its speed, swirling into the room. It was inspired by a sight I had seen before, a room in a dilapidated birdcage shop specializing in white- eyes, with a towering mountain of of wonder. When I saw that desolate yet peculiar scene, it left a profound impact imprinted in my mind. Gradually, my imagination expanded, transforming into a mystical image. It dawned on me that the cold air of nature and the ambiguous space where the realms of the spiritual and the earthly intertwine form my spiritual With that thought in mind, my hands moved on their own, and in no time, a small sketch of this artwork When transferring the essence of that sketch into the painting, I focused on capturing the flow of the atmosphere. Next, I created a young, impoverished man living in a fictional village, whose livelihood revolves around crafting birdcages. He has a dreamy expression on his face. It appears commonplace but holds a space and environment that lacks a sense of belonging, embracing the darkness as its companion. It is this kind of painting that I desired to create, so I picked up my brush.
