At a moment in my daily life, a creature suddenly appears in my mind.
I draw them on paper so that I don't forget them, and then shape them with clay.
There is an indescribable joy in the process of gradually bringing them out of my mind and into my eyes.
The more time I spend alone, the less opportunities I have to interact with others.
It has made me realize once again that creating is an essential part of my life.
I would be happy if my work could live in the hearts of those who see it and weave a continuation of the story.