When I hold the brush to paint an image, I sense my emotions exceeding far beyond its limitations.
The blood that runs throughout my body tingles with excitement, and I cannot help but inscribe this overwhelmingly vivid experience onto the canvas.
Once my mind is able to transcend its limits, I confront the canvas in a temperament like that of a brave warrior.
When I take a long and deep breath and exhale, the heat transmitted from my fingertips transforms into colors and forms, eventually giving birth to a narrative.
I don’t wish to contemplate and paint something that resides in my mind. By delving into and excavating space and memory, I once again want to encounter the experiences that are vividly resurrected.
In a manner as if exploring, I allow emotion, memory, and the now to coalesce, again making my mark upon the canvas.
Like my work that will come to embody another personality and continue live on even should my flesh my perish, I sow the seeds of ‘paintings’ in my studio, instilling each one with water, light, wind, and heat.
A painting that is conceived here passes into the hands of another where it will continue to grow.
Soon it will bear leaves and blossom with flowers, once again giving birth to new seeds.
A painting for me is a budding seed of hope that creates the future.
Aki Kondo, May 2017
