感謝する人たち１

感謝してる人は、挙げればキリがないほどいる。
３６０°どこにも脚を向けて寝れない。
もう立って寝るしかない。

なのでこの場では自分の「ものづくり」に対して影響をあたえてくれた人にしぼる。

まず最初の人は
高校２年、３年の時の担任「宮道先生」当時４０ちょっとくらいの美術の先生だ。
背の高いイケメンだった。

俺は別にグレる訳でもなく中途半端なただのバカだった。まさに上の写真。

一年生の時から少しイタズラが過ぎて２年に上がる時は誰も俺の担任をしたがらなかった。
そんな中、「アイツは僕が２年３年と受け持ちます！」と言ってくれたのが宮道先生。

かといって、素行が直る訳でもなく、その後も学校に刑事が来て連行されたり、無免許で捕まったり、バイク事故を起こしたり、しょっちゅう補導されたり。。
ただのバカで停学になった。

生活指導や教頭なんかは「もう退学だ！」「学校に義理やしがらみはないのか？！」などなどさんざん言わてた。
「うるせえなあ」って俺が言うより少し早く「もう一度チャンスを！」宮道先生が彼らに何度も頭を下げて謝ってくれた。

校長室を出て夕暮れの薄暗い廊下を黙って二人並んで歩いていると肩を組まれた。
穏やかな声で言われた。
「何も気にしなくていい。うるせえって思っていればいい。ただ、自分の美意識だけは大切にしろ」
そっぽを向いて「うるせえな」って返した。
肩に置かれた手からやわらかい表情が伝わってきてそのまま黙って歩いた。

子供の頃は絵が得意でよく地元の美術館に飾ってもらってた。
区から画材が送られてくるのが楽しみで、いつも絵を描いたり作ったりしていた。

そう言えば美術かあ。。なんとなくそんな事を考える瞬間だった。



卒業後、親父から「就職するか、進学するか、出て行くか」の三択を与えられ実家を出る。

電気もガスも水道も全部止まってすげえ貧しかった。笑
オンボロの木造で冬は家の中でも息が白かった。
公園に水を汲みに行っていた。
当然家賃も滞納してヤベエそろそろホームレスだな。。なんて思ってた。

隣の一軒家が大家の家でたまに晩飯なんかを持ってきてくれて感謝している。
でも、しょっちゅう勝手に合鍵を使って入ってきては説教された。
「昼まで寝てなにやってるんだ！」とか「こんなに散らかして！」とか、ほっといてくれよ！っていう内容ばかりだったがある日、前から気になっていた天井のシミについて聞いてみた。
俺の前は美大生で、デッサンなんかを天井に貼ってた痕らしいことが分かった。

宮道先生の顔が浮かんで、何だかいてもたってもいられなくなった。

すぐに美術予備校に潜り込んだ。勝手にイーゼルとスツールを置いて授業を受けた。
何も知らない講師達は「君！絵心あるね〜！」と褒めてくれた。
その後も毎日通ったったが名前なんかも覚えられちゃっていいかげんヤバいな〜。。。
そうっと消えた。

数ヶ月後、美術の学校に行かせてほしいと親父にお願いしに行った。

「生んだ責任があるからなあ。俺にしか出来ない事は協力してやる」の返事がもらえた。

そこからが今のものづくりに繋がるスタート。

その学校で現在komaの専務である亀井とも出会うことになる。

もし宮道先生が美術の先生じゃなかったら違う仕事をしているかもしれない。


だからまず最初の人だ。

There are immeasurable number of people I appreciate.

I am owing a lot to so many people every where.

So, I would like to narrow down people those who influenced for arts and crafts.

First person I would like to refer is "Mr.Miyamichi" who was homeroom teacher in my second and third years in the high school, who was fine art teacher just before in his 40 years old.

He was tall good-looking guy.

I was not delinquent half-assed just stupid high-school student, as exactly is shown in the picture above.

I have played too much pranks since I was first year of the high school, this, no teachers wold not like to take the role of my homeroom teacher.

Under such circumstances, Mr. Miyamichi committed "I will take role of homeroom teacher of Matsuoka."

I did not change my attitude. I was taken by a detective at the school, arrested due to driving a motorcycle without a license, had an accident with a motorcycle, was protected many times. I was suspended from the school given stupid deeds.

Assistant principal and teachers in charge of lifestyle guidance made many cynical remarks including "we will take you from this school" or " Have you feel obligations or human relationships  with people in this school ?"

Just slight ahead of my "shut up", Mr. Miyamichi apologized on behalf of me with repeatedly bowing his head and saying, "Please give him one more chance."

When we got out from the Principal room and walked dark corridor in the evening twilight time, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

I felt his gentle face expression from his hands on my shoulders and I just walked along with him.

When I was a child, I was good at pairings and my works were frequently displayed in my local museums.

Motivated by pairing materials sent by the local ward government, I have painted and/or made crafts.

It was the moment I have remember and think of the art with no reason.

Among three alternatives my father provided me, namely, "Start working, proceeding the next stage of educations, or leaving away from home", I have left away from home.

I was really poor all electricity, gas, and water was shut off, lol.

I lived in old shabby wooden dump and I could see my breath in winter. I went to park in order to drink water. Of course, I had failed to pay rent, thus, I was afraid to be homeless before long.

I really appreciated the landowner who lived in the single family residence next to the wooden dump with bringing my dinner sometimes. However, he frequently intruded my room using the spare key and preached me sermon.

"What are you doing sleeping around noon time !" or "How did make this room so messy !", something like none of his business ! One day I asked him about the stain on the ceiling which I had been thinking about for a while.

My predecessor was an art-college student who might to put his dessins or others on the ceiling.

I could not sit still remembering the face of Mr. Miyamichi.

I got a berth in an art-school.  I took a class without any permissions with bring my easel and stool. Lecturers, who do not know about my unauthorized participation, praised me saying, "you have an aptitude for painting". Then, I continued to take lessons every day and have felt dangerous because my name has been memorized by them.

I disappeared silently.

Several months later, I visited my father to ask to allow me to go art-school regularly.

I managed to have his response, "Given the responsibility to bear you, I would cooperate you as long as it cannot be done by others."

Then my career as craftsman has started.

I have met Kamei, who is the managing director of KOMA, at the school.

If Mr. Miyamichi teaches subjects other than art, I might choose other kind of job.

That is why he is the first person I pick up.