気がつくと家の中にはもう一人いました。

10歳の頃、家のドアを開き放しで友達と遊びに出かけたその日から人が入り込んだのです。帰ってドアが開き放しなことに気が付き、友達と恐る恐る家の中を探し回りましたが勿論誰もいません。でも確かに2階の押入れにいるのです。

3人家族にもう一人、あるときは同じ位の歳の少女、あるときは妙齢の男性。まるで足があって顔がないゆうれいのようにこちらを見遣ります。聴こえるはずのない足音や居るはずのない気配に、もし出くわしたとしたらこう逃げようと道筋を考えていました。その家から引っ越し何年か経った頃、その彼とも彼女とも言えない何かも消え思い出すこともなくなりました。

顔のないゆうれいを思い出さなくなったある日。祖父が撮った写真を見つけました。そこには毎日家の中に居る気配を感じた何かがいるのです。私は確かに写真の中の人々と遊んだのです。もう見ることなできない何かを描かねばならない思いになりました。

私の絵の多くには顔がありません。どこに居るのかもわからず、存在しない人々です。もう会うことの出来ない愛しく恐ろしい人々です。

 

 When I noticed, there was another person in the house.

When I was 10 years old, people entered from the day I left my door open and went out to play with my friends. When I came home, I realized that the door was left open, so I searched around with my friends in a frightening house, but of course no one was there. But I'm certainly in the closet on the second floor.

Another member of the family of three, a girl of the same age at one time and a man of a strange age at one time. I see it as if I had a leg and no face. I was thinking about how to escape if I encountered a footstep that I couldn't hear or a sign that I couldn't. Some years after I moved from that house, something that I couldn't call him or her disappeared and I no longer remembered.

One day when I didn't remember faceless ghost. I found a picture taken by my grandfather. There is something that made me feel like I was in the house every day. I certainly played with the people in the picture. It made me want to draw something that I can't see anymore.

Many of my drawings have no faces. People who don't know where they are and who do not exist. Lovely and horrible people that I can no longer meet.