i have no formal education in art. i had applied for California Institute of the Arts and was accepted right out of high school, but grudgingly held off enrollment due to financial problems. i later reapplied, and was rejected. i have not explored other schools and have no desire to do so at this time. i get encouraged by observing other artists' works, roughly in two ways: one, i see professional work by accomplished artists and get inspired. two, i roll my eyes at the mediocre load that somehow makes way into the local galleries. i become convinced that i am much more worthy and regain the will to continue trying.
|i was born in Japan in 1976. my parents and i moved to Los Angeles in 1985 with no knowledge of the English language. my father had been enamored of the Western life since he was a teenager, and one day, he just felt like moving to America was a good idea. looking at Japan from an outsider's viewpoint now, i too think it was a good idea after all.|
|<-first drawing of a human with complete body parts, 5/79|
|most of the themes that appear in my art are unfamiliar to me. that's not to say i'm not responsible for them, but most of the time i don't remember their origin. i rarely incorporate existing objects or events into my art. the contents of my work are like imaginary friends--they usually pop up in my subconscious for a few seconds and leave me puzzled. trying to recreate the flashing image is like trying to photograph a dream. the outcome is usually a gross betrayal of what i first set out to depict, but satisfying nonetheless.|
|<-woodcut project for my third grade art class, 1984. it's not someone trying to sing into a microphone or failing to put an ice cream cone in his mouth. it's my dad with an electric shaver, ready to get rid of that five o'clock shadow.|
|<-wearing my rotting head mask on Halloween, 1999|