I feel ecstasy when I'm creating. Is it more intuitive than thinking logically, or is it some kind of communication with the universe that is unfamiliar? There are times when tremendous power comes down unless I can explain it myself. At that time, the melody runs all over the body, and the brush starts to move dynamically regardless of one's intention. More than being a woman, the energy is flooded with a continuous sequence of creatures and rhythms, and sometimes we forget ourselves in the gap between dreams and reality. When I think that I witnessed the big bang of the universe in the dark, the scene changes for a moment, and I am drawn back to the faint memory of the distant summer. When I listened carefully, I could hear the cry of summer higurashi faintly with the breeze, and I saw my father who passed away at the age of 20. There is a small meadow where the blue sky spreads all over. In the shade of a green tree where the sun shines brightly, I'm a little nap on my father's back. I whispered in a small voice, "It feels good!" I remember that faint memory, forget myself in that free dream, and realize that I am alive. The driving force behind my creation is ecstasy.