藤山恵太

Modern times are a mountain of stress.
Just being alive is already a harsh reality.

Whenever I try to draw, questions immediately start flying at me.
"What are you depicting?"
"Why paint that?"
"How does that connect to your life?"

This feeling of breathlessness,
by an information society that constantly seeks meaning and explanation
It might be a form of silent violence.

I work from morning till night every day.
I came home exhausted, drank alcohol,
I watch anime and play games.
And that only lasts for two or three hours.
Then I fell asleep as if I had collapsed.
I'll go to work again in the morning.

Before I knew it,
To organize things beautifully,
The ability to intelligently interpret things had vanished.

So I,
They play rock music that has long since become a fossil.
Smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol,
It depicts a girl and animals that appear out of nowhere.

The girl is just standing there.
On the other hand, the animals,
Smoke as much as you like, drink as much as you like,
Sometimes they are dead.

In addition,
I scribble down rock lyrics.

That's a message,
It's not social criticism either.
And it's certainly not an answer.

this is,
It's an act of survival.

I barely managed to get through today.
Humans who somehow manage to slip into tomorrow
That body temperature and traces,
I'm imprinting it onto the canvas.

Keita Fujiyama_CV