Born in a small subtropical island of Yoron, near Okinawa, Japan, I now live and work in Denver, Colorado.
Painting has become a vehicle to travel in and out of the world of {the} unknown. A blob of paints is daubed, scratched, scraped and painted one layer upon another. The thickly painted surface is reminiscent of my journey into the heart of the sea where all my reflections of life are imbued. The sea is the genesis of the original form of life. I begin my painting with a simple vision. The first stages are usually kept fluid and open. As the painting progresses, I keep adding or scraping the layers of paints. I see them as the metaphor of life. At a certain point in this process, the painting starts to take over my control. The painting is transformed to the state of unknown. There, I put down my paintbrush. My journey into the dream of sea begins again.
Working with painting is mystical. I often don’t know what I am doing, yet the painting seems to know how and what to do. I spend many hours looking at a painting as if the painting is able to say something. When things are right it does speak. I add one more stroke and wait for her voice to come out. It is a fascinating space.
