When I woke up this morning, I received a FB message from an old acquaintance. He was a student there 30 years ago when I was working as a junior college assistant. After that, he transferred to an art university, obtained an art teacher’s qualification, and seems to have become a fine teacher.
At that time, I often interacted with the students and had a good time, but from my point of view now, that was in the rashness of youth, and I feel embarrassed.
At that time, in Japan’s bubble era I lived in poverty in an apartment in Yokohama with a monthly rent of 32,000 yen and no bath.My salary as an assistant is certainly less than 100,000 yen. When social insurance premiums and taxes were deducted from that, it was difficult to make ends meet for a month, but with the three years of experience I had at that time, my current life as an artist is nothing to worry about. Above all, the best thing is that there is no relationship stress. I think I’m getting paid in my current life to be stress-free.
However, it is not possible to live peacefully in such a declining class forever. Because my possibilities are endless. At the very least, I would like to conclude with the feeling that “I have reached my full potential” on the verge of death.
Since yesterday I have been using watercolor pencils to draw a non-existing plant series. By going back and forth between several series, I feel like I’m able to create with a fresh feeling.