I want to expect it with such a feeling to always describe in a pure
When I go to the sketching, I
become the feeling that always mingled for expectation and uneasiness. It is omen to new production, and the
expectation wants to be an encounter with oneself who is new. In addition, the uneasiness is a vague thing,
but it may be existence itself called oneself, but thinks that this
indeterminacy is important. Labelling it
to having been selected beforehand wants to avoid it.
However, I know it when it is
one's shallow arrogance to be troubled this and that before wrestling. When I cut off an easel and make Nature the
very front, various, hesitating gradually disappears.
It is it with a prelude to the
production to begin from now on widely in the high sky to continue forever in
the very front; is white, and is taught existence of the space by the cloud
which floated in the sky. The mountain
range which I become heavy, and spread out produces layouts with a feeling of
powerful rhythm. The big flow of a river
and the sea becomes the move man before long and a forest and a forest bring on
harmony. Brilliance of flowers
accentuates and leads oneself. There is
oneself who gets into the world all too soon when I notice, but, actually, it
is possible for the expression that there is not so far while I picture it like
a man in a trance. It is possible for a
canvas, and this process is unbearable, and the picture that the imagination
was not available either is good by oneself at the same time as something
It was it "Time flies
like an arrow" in a year to understand the words of ancient people as a
sense without there "being it in the water of the book, besides, without
the streamflow to go for dying out".
I am not seen when I live as I
am pressed by the life of at hand though I catch sight of the change of the
daily season or a change of flowers.
The sketching does not have
the feelings that I want to go to here in particular for, but is mysterious
because it is good and, however, is fixed at nature. There is the posture that I continue
describing one place in, but there is a method deciding depending on a feeling
Even if the paysage says
anything, after all first , a sense of reality are splendid, and what I picture
locally has good feeling.
I demand a tall tale,
boundlessness continuing forever in reality, reality in a tall tale and go out
on a trip whimsically today.