Madness and Explosion

Madness and Explosion

I will never overlook even the briefest surge of pure impulse.
Don’t become an artist who tries to be liked by everyone.
Do not flatter people.
What kind of “art” is born from pleasing others?

Let it be ugly, let it be raw —
if you love it enough to stay true to it,
that honesty is expression,
and expression is joy.
Isn’t that the greatest thing?

Because I’m foolish, I have to remind myself from time to time.
If I don’t, I start chasing “good technique,”
or wanting to be understood,
or worrying about how people see me.
That’s why I destroy it.

Art is staying loyal to your own expression.
You don’t need to protect a “style,”
or cling to the idea of “this is who I am.”
Break it all.

Be disliked— fine.
Disability, solitude— fine.
Bring it on.

On that day, I had a strong feeling of tightness in my heart since morning, and it was a day where I couldn't calm down. It seemed that a mental and physical load was being placed on me due to the effects of an event yesterday, and the “feeling of wanting to stay at home” and “the feeling of wanting to go to the beach” fluctuated, and tension continued without being able to decide on either.
There was a sense of anxiety that grabbed my chest, and when I was trying to calm my mind little by little while adjusting my breathing, the urge to “draw” sprang up for only a moment.

Rather than inspiration, it was a primitive impulse that naturally came from the depths of my heart.
I didn't miss that moment and headed to the canvas and moved the brush amidst the rustle and fatigue I had.
“Madness and Explosion,” which was completed, dared to break the attitude of being aware of understanding and evaluation of the surroundings, and the strong will to “express what you feel alive without embellishment, without flattering,” is expressed as it is.