To me it is not much important what I make with clay work.
Whatever it may be, I expect it to be as natural as nature itself.
Whether it is pottery or construction work, I feel the vitality of work
if for a moment I forget myself and indulge myself.
The work patterned into formality is dreadful and tedious.
When I observe certain work, what impresses me is its variety.
The common factors of the work are their naturalness and depth.
Doing a work expressing oneself after deep thought and not bound
in formality but above is what brings vitality.
Much of the work made remains more dead than alive.
To make work alive requires much time. A time where at moment feels
The reason I like ceramic about is the fire. Although sometimes the fire
limits the naturalness of clay, I feel mystified that clay and
fire having went through over hundred and thousands of years of
that I could express myself through firing.
What I like about clay is that what I express is based on my ability
and the force of nature that which provides the opportunity of
expectation. Sometimes a sigh of admiration
and sometimes a sigh of disappointment results just as in life