Lines and colors
Ono Karori
We were able to successfully complete the exhibition of Nohara's Kenji and Kagetsubi's Dai-chan, with whom I shared a studio in Tokyo 10 years ago.
At that time, we were friends who came together with determination. When we started the shop, one of our goals was to invite the two of them to exhibit at Utsushiki.
We have reached one goal and I look forward to seeing how everyone progresses until the next time.
At the Meadow concert on the final day, Maika's singing made us feel as if new living things were budding. The cold winter ended, and before we knew it, time had passed by in the blink of an eye. This spring, our eldest daughter graduated from the kindergarten and our second daughter started.
My eldest son, who I grew up with in my Tokyo atelier, had his half-coming-of-age ceremony at his elementary school the other day.
Only 10 more years until we become adults! Based on his actions and words, this past year I have begun counting down how many more years we have together.
Until he was one and a half years old, my eldest son went back and forth between my parents' home in Niigata and Tokyo, and even after we moved to Fukuoka, I accompanied him to exhibitions around the country and even to India for purchasing goods, and I saw him quickly become friendly with anyone.
He is having fun at school without any problems. In one word, he is "harmony". However, he was mischievous as a child, and even now we can see that side of him. He has reached the age of adolescence and entering adolescence, and I am curious to see what will happen in the future.
Today I will write about him.
After dinner the other day, I noticed that her eldest son had been distancing himself from her husband lately, but that day the three of them had a rare lively conversation.
"Dad can tell right away when someone is coming up behind him, but Muchan (my 1-year-old) doesn't know!"
So I said something mysterious.
"footsteps?"
When asked,
"No, I can tell because dad comes with this incredible energy, it's like a pressure. It's really strong. It's like a burning line.
After Dad finishes reading a book, his flames are at their MAX, so when I feel a strong flame or the blue flame that appears when he's angry, I try not to get close to him.
"You know, my mom usually has clear lines, but when she gets angry, they turn into flames. And when she's working, especially when she's up all night, they turn into flames."
I was wondering what it was all about, but when I asked the people around me,
I was surprised because the impression we have of others is similar to the psychology I imagined from the lines and colors my eldest son mentioned.
Children up to about 6 years old can barely see anything, and the younger they are, the more they can't see or feel anything.
You can generally understand a person's personality as you get to know them better.
Even if he couldn't actually see, it's amazing that a 10-year-old boy could analyze people to this extent.
At the same time, it was a moment when I gained a deeper understanding of why the word "harmony" came to his mind.
By the way, my house is
My one-year-old daughter doesn't understand. My three-year-old son is a big round sun. My six-year-old daughter resembles her daddy, and flames so strong they seem to surpass his are coming out of her. My mother is a spiral. My father keeps on giving out relatively strong flames.
Most of them are refreshing or flames. The refreshing lines can be thick or thin, the flames can be strong or weak, and when the singer starts singing, a circle like the sun appears. The special types are spirals, thunder, and circles.
Apparently you can see the colors that are on you. There are a few adults who don't have the same color as children. The lines change and sometimes you can't identify them.
Isn't that interesting?
I also feel like it's a little different from the commonly talked about synesthesia.
I would like to see how long this feeling lasts as he grows.
His father sometimes tells his son, "Don't space out."
In fact, he is not in a daze and is feeling many things. The parents had a conversation in which they respected and reflected on their son.
Parents expect a lot from their children.
Even after 10 years, I am still constantly realizing, discovering, and reflecting on how to see and accept children as they are and then interact with them.
After thinking about it a lot, in the end I always come back to the desire to "live my own life."
I want you to laugh and cry and live today too.
Ono Kaori
