ACRYLIC……最初は油絵。次にアクリル画を描いた。アクリルという素材は自分に合っていると感じた。なぜか、フタロシアニンブルーという色に偏執的な魅力を感じて多用。神社の絵が中心だった。今までの生涯の中で、いちばん生真面目に作品を作っていた時期だったと思う。当時、一枚の絵を描くために、それこそ斎戒沐浴して臨んだ。毎朝、起きると裸になって風呂場で水をかぶる。何杯も何杯も。厳寒の季節でも一日も休まずに続けた。もっとも厳しくそれを行っていたとき、もっとも清い作品が描けた。それは事実である……しかし、この時期は、十年、中でも、いちばん清い時期は数年しか続かなかった。私の中でなにかが変わり……朝、水をかぶるのをやめた。それどころか、熱い湯に入るようになった……精神が、弛緩したのである。心の弛みとともに作品も変わった。もう、清らかな神社の絵は描かなくなった。描かなくなったのか、描けなくなったのかはわからない。もっと、自分の正直な心を出したいと思った。そして、描きたい放題に描くようになった。それとともに体重も増加し、毎朝水をかぶっていたころにくらべると十キロ近く増えた。中年になったのである……清浄に、ひたすら清浄に心とからだを引き締めていた頃の私。その頃の作品。そして、心もからだも崩れ、描きたいものを描くようになった私……どちらが本当の自分なのか、それはわからない。おそらく、どちらも自分なのだろう。このアクリル画の一連の作品は、もう二度と描くことができない。

Firstly I drew oil paintings, and acrylics next. I felt that the acrylic paints matched oneself. I felt paranoiac charm to a color of the phthalocyanine blue and used mainly this color. And, as for the subject to draw, the picture of the Shinto shrine was important. I think that this time was the time when I made works in my life most earnestly. I really purified myself in those days to draw one piece of work. When I got up every morning, I undressed and sprinkled water to my whole body in a bathroom. Many times, repetition. I continued it without taking a rest even in the season of the intense cold. When I cleansed oneself most strictly, I was able to draw the purest work. It is a fact. About ten years lasted such time, but the cleanest time was several years. Something changed among me, and I stopped that I was covered with water in morning. On the contrary, I came to take a hot bath every morning. Mind became lazy. Works which I drew were changing at the same time as my heart began to be lazy. I did not draw the picture of a clean Shinto shrine anymore. Was I not able to draw it ? Whether I did not draw it?……I don't know it. I wanted to draw a honest painting to my heart. And I came to draw my works as just myself wanted to draw them. My weight increased with this process, and the weight rose nearly 10 kg from the time when I cleansed my body every morning. The middle-aged came to me. At one side, there was myself of the past that cleanse own body earnestly and made pure works. And at another side, there is myself of now that draw which I want to draw with tired heart and loosed body. I don't know which is true myself. Probably it will be myself, both. Clear one is that I can never draw works of the acrylic which I displayed here again.