The sky washed away on a rainy day. Decide which direction to go while stepping on your shadow. Look for a white piece, like the puzzle piece you looked up at. When I was a kid, I had a lid on my memory. Color and light as if bleached. I think I might have been looking for soul salvation now. I don't know someday, but the sky is washed away. The day when the world is reset. Such days. On that day, I feel like my heart is being rinsed.
Born in Ishikawa Prefecture in 1986. Studied under masayoshi sukita. Freelance since 2013. Active in Kanazawa and Tokyo.