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.