I paint under the name "framboise".
framboise... It is that wooden strawberry that red grains gathered roundly.
For me, this is a special thing that is full of excitement as a child.
Every time I went to play at my grandmother's house in the country, she showed me around the flowers, vegetables, fruits and plants in the garden that were in full bloom. It was a really fun time to walk around the house. Along with a lot of splendidly harvested vegetables, in spring there were strawberries and plum fruits, and in summer watermelons, peaches, grapes, and kiwis. When the bamboo shoots were picked in the persimmon, shiitake picking, and the back mountain, and the konnyaku potato was picked in autumn, the handmade konnyaku was made in a big pot. Almost as with clay play, I enjoyed a lot of things such as the shape of a star, a round shape, and a doughnut shape. (I smile when I remember)
It was "Exploration play" that the cousins had boomed for a while in such a full of fun. My older cousin's sister said, "I'm going to explore the field on the mountain!" and for some reason I was handed a paper cup with water. It was exciting time for me, but looking back now, it was more like walking slowly than exploring. The slope of the road was full of flowers and flowers, and wild red grainy tree strawberries "framboise" appeared here and there. Then, the elder sister says. "Don't eat the strawberries as they are. Because there may be ants inside..." I broke it as I was told, and I washed it with a glass of water and put it in my mouth.
The impact of the moment I put it in my mouth and bit !!! Sweet and sour taste and indescribable smell of wood strawberries ... I was impressed by the deliciousness.
There was also an ant in it, but "it's so sweet ... I also want to eat ants." The walk while picking wooden strawberries was really fun, and when I went to the field on the mountain, it was a surprising "exploration" until the end.
Wild rabbits suddenly entered the garden, and I encountered various things such as crows spreading feathers like cloaks on the roof of cars.
It was unique to the countryside, but for me my grandmother's house was like a treasure chest.
Since then, I've been nostalgic and warm-hearted when I see or eat framboise, a wooden strawberry. I can't quite encounter the same taste I ate at that time, but there is always "framboise" in the freezer at home.
The feeling of exciting and fun when painting is similar to that feeling.
I would like to continue to draw with that feeling.
*This sentence uses an automatic translator.