Contemporary women lift their own values and make their own appearances in the future. However, it is nothing but a tough process to make their own area in the world built by fathers and sons. The more powerful and confident are they, the bigger gets their inner burden. The persona made by other people in this stiff world offered them unprecedented power and splendidness but their inside is futile and wild. They stand exaggerated and risky days, taking a rest only by exhaling for a while. I would like to present them a break, even for a short time. I would like to offer them a vacant seat beside me and to whisper them to put down the burden and take a break for a while. They are often defenseless in my works. They are calm in the paintings although they were hit and stuck in the fierce site of life. The weight and sinister design of their careworn lives happen to exhale mildly, shyly and carefully like petals, being inserted in the space expressed as blank. Hence they are weak and soft looking like to be cracked at a first glance.
Standardized faces are not persona but show their exhausted and hurt status as it is. There is no laugh or greed trying to gain favor with others. Only powerful and splendid eyeballs and free hand gestures are remained there. They reveal themselves with no words but gestures only. I have painted 'humans' for a long time and would like to paint 'humans' in the future also. Through portraits, I would like to reveal soft emotion and warm consideration which are confined in external skin. Especially, female portraits take my endless interest. Would the splendid, powerful but very weak appearances of them be the true figures of you and me living in this contemporary times?