cowboy in a sunset Painting

Who is the subject who summons memories? Can memories be summoned through ‘my’ will and power? Maybe so. Because memories unfold only through ‘me’. I believe that ‘me’ summons memories. ‘I’ believe that memories are summoned. Consciousness is always awareness of something, so I think memory will be like that too. However, unlike consciousness, memories are a maze with no exit. It is blatantly closed. It is an absolute sign of its absence or ‘loss.’ I want to tell stories about emotions, memories, and things that have been lost through paintings. The feelings I currently feel will also be lost and come back to me in the name of memories. Special emotions are inevitably lost. I record emotions that will be lost someday. I record emotions that will be lost someday. There are several emotions that are the mainstays of my life. They are sometimes positive and sometimes negative. Sometimes they are positive, sometimes negative. Although it is difficult to divide it into positive and negative, at least these are the emotions that are generally described as such. I want to express such things through pictures. In that sense, the harmony of the paint in the spray is appropriate for expressing my emotions. In particular, I feel that the properties of spray paint are similar to mine. I like the unique emotion created by rain. Rain falling with a loved one seems romantic, while rain falling alone makes the person in it more lonely. At least that’s how I see it. A lot of things affect me. I am directly and indirectly influenced by things that appear in the media, movies, music, poetry, etc. In the media, everything is continuously reproduced and influences each other. The works that have influenced me the most have always been works that feature rain. Akira Kurosawa and Woody Allen's films taught me how to view rain beautifully. Maybe I liked the subject of rain before. I express rain with spray. I express rain with spray. As particles accumulate in the spray nozzle, they fall down and land on the canvas. They accumulate, become heavy, and fall down. The form of that process makes me think a lot.