A Monami (365) ballpoint pen is his weapon. His voluntary isolation from an uncertain world led him into a state of detached calm. He scratched and scratched—until the page turned into utter darkness—joined at times by the stub of a worn-down pencil. The collaboration between pen and pencil, layering and filling in borders, becomes a beam of light shining through a world of shadows. The graphite’s subtle sheen radiates an aura. For 40 years, he has never stopped the act of drawing lines—through it, he has reached the realm of art.
April 17, 2025
