When I was in the third year of junior high, my art teacher was someone who matched my sensibility. I was honestly very happy that they praised me so much. I learned the joy of drawing and the joy of being recognized by others. There was even a time when my own painting was displayed at the main entrance of my school. Junior high school students are at a time when such events are very joyful, so they are cherished and remembered carefully.
I think people have memories of wanting to do something but not being able to do it forever. My desire to pursue art has always lingered like a lump in my mind. Then, as an adult, I started oil painting at a culture school, which was the beginning.
At first, I listened to the teacher and wrote still lifes and similar works. When I first started learning to draw, art was art, and music was separate from music. I didn't really feel the connection between my musical experience and knowledge as a music therapist while I was drawing. As I continued creating, I began to feel that both art and music are the same. Since both are done by the same person, it's only natural.