The passion for the work of my friend who sat next to me would be similar to that of Manet.
The solitude we face as we work is similar to that of Van Gogh. The agony of the work will be like Rothko. My friend's aptitude on coffee will be like Vermeer. I listen to the music, see the scenery of the street, the people who face each other, and I spread my imagination in small everyday life. I do not distinguish between reality and imagination, past and present, East and West, art and everyday life in my work. On top of all the great history and art, our ordinary routine lies. Great history and art are unfolded on ordinary everyday life.