I sometimes encounter beautiful things in my dreams when I sleep. 'Oh, this is a dream,' I think, trying desperately to draw this scene in my mind, trying to remember it. When I wake up, the scene is a blur and I cannot recall it clearly. However, the thought "I saw something beautiful" and the memory of being impressed by its beauty certainly remain.

This sheep is one of the things I encountered in my dream. As I wove my dim memories, I followed the lines. I specialise in colourful stained-glass style paintings, but this painting is in black and white. Milky white and black glass. I don't care if there is such stained glass. Because this is a dream, a painting. At the end of this year, I painted "a painting that is uniquely me, something I could not have painted in the past, but in a different way". I hope that next year I can weave a new dream and see beautiful things.