ART LIVES TORIDE Where Art Is Born

My hometown is Kyoto. During the spring break between my sophomore and junior year of high school, I had a homework assignment in modern literature, which was to go talk to someone I was interested in. So, I e-mailed a manga artist named Machiko Kyo, and she said she would come to Tokyo if I would come to her.

She had published manga on the web, and I watched it every day. As I researched Machiko Kyo, I found out that she was a graduate of the Department of Intermedia Art at Tokyo University of the Arts. . That is what led me to apply here.

In my high school, I chose calligraphy instead of art. Because I would do art in college. I wonder why. I had already decided to do art for a long time.

There were no other students who did art around me, so I studied for the entrance exam on my own. No prep school had ever had a record of students being accepted into the same department, so I came up with my own plan to prepare for the entrance exam. I knew that I would have to draw a self-portrait for the entrance exam, so I spent every week drawing a self-portrait.

When I was in Kyoto, I made things that I could do at home with things around me. I picked up crumpled up bills from the Kinkakuji Temple, or used bonsai trees or family crests as motifs. From the outside, I guess it looked Kyoto-ish.

After entering university, I don’t feel that way anymore. Perhaps I am influenced by the place where I live. My repertoire of what I can do has increased, and I did programming for my graduation project.

I am interested in things like the body, including myself. I often work with living things, and recently I worked with sea turtles. I have had to wear a corset every night since I was about 14 years old. I am scheduled for surgery next year, so this life is almost over. It has been a part of my life for so long that I thought this would be my last chance to face it, so I decided to make a comic strip about it. Then this came out in a slurp.

When I took off the corset, I had an image of a crab being pulled out. But since the arms and legs were still intact, I was convinced in my mind that it was more like a turtle than a crab. In order to realize my image of the turtle, I started to draw it as a cartoon.

In the end, I attached a camera at the eye level of a sea turtle and shot a video of the turtle walking along the seashore from its point of view. I started drawing a cartoon, and when I started drawing it, I thought it looked like a crab, and then the turtle came out. Then I thought I would make a turtle with my own arms and legs.

It seems like it would be hard to tell that they were my own arms and legs. I wanted to make a model of the turtle, and then fuse it with the real world. In the end, I tried to put myself in the turtle’s shoes. I went through various processes.

Sometimes I draw a cartoon like the work of a turtle before making it, and other times I try to draw a cartoon of something I have already made in three dimensions. It is easier to move the cartoon and to treat it as if it were alive.

I have been drawing manga for a long time. When I was in elementary school, I used to study manga by copying them. I never wanted to be a cartoonist. I often draw manga as a way to organize my thoughts.

I don’t really know where I got this idea. One day, I suddenly thought, “That’s what this is all about! Isn’t that what this is all about?” I’m not good at explaining things, and I’m not good at explaining people. I am not good at explaining things, and when I talk to people about it, they don’t always respond to me the same way they do when I ask them about their dreams. So, I try to make a cartoon or actually create something as my output.

I am currently drawing pictures for the first time since I started college. I draw manga at a speed close to my reading speed, so I don’t spend much time on the picture, but when it comes to a single picture, it takes a lot of time. I’m thinking of trying to spend a little more time facing the same screen.

When asked about my dreams for the future, it is difficult. In the end, I would like to work at a small, privately run museum in a rural area. I would like to do it. I wish to live in my old age, selling “souvenirs” of the things I have collected or even things I have made myself.