Many fairy tales have a similar beginning: "Once upon a time." Yes, this story is also a fairy tale, although there is no pumpkin carriage, no glass slipper, and no princess in the castle. But regarding youth, growth, and love, I would still like to call them fairy tales. So I told this story a little bit exaggeratedly. Once upon a time, how long ago? It's been so long that I almost forgot that at that time I was just a child who couldn't do anything but scribble on paper... From then on, I had the urge to show my world to others. So I became obsessed with painting. I don't know why I like it. I just feel that I can draw anything I can imagine on paper, and I can draw words that I cannot express. Unfortunately, like the pilot in The Little Prince, adults can regard the boa constrictor holding its belly as a hat. It's not my fault, it must be that adults have no imagination. At that time, I didn't know how to express myself in words. But now, to use the words of the little prince, it is probably "adults' ideas are really strange." I have been a lonely child since I was a child. I know nothing except drawing. Until later, I met a very special girl. Yes, she was not perfect, she couldn't speak nice words, and her pronunciation was a little weird. But she is special, a unique girl in the world, a girl I will never meet again!
Concept: About growth, about the thoughts of a lonely girl