So when I’m asked why I draw, I don’t really know.
I simply feel an instinctive urge that I have to draw.
When I draw, it doesn’t feel like I’m pouring my whole heart into it; rather, it’s just a part of my daily life—like eating, sleeping, and living. In fact, I think planned, designed, and predetermined drawings are boring and meaningless. When there is no prepared canvas, those kinds of drawings tend to be gessoed over first.
The moment when a carefully made but emotionless painting gets covered up is when I think the canvases feel the happiest. That is when their potential truly begins. At least it will be more authentic.
Art exists only for humans and through my drawings, I try to prove that I am human, engaging in visual and emotional dialogue. Whether I deny it or try to intend it, everything I see, feel, think about, dream of, and process is influenced by every second living. And ultimately, what appears on the canvas is the trace of a person living through that time. (With added nuances.)
There is no need to explicitly express social issues, nor is there any obligation to do so. There is also no need to publicize deeply personal matters. If I simply continue moving in the direction guided by my instincts, that alone fulfills the responsibility of being an artist.
