A beautiful mountain. A rock that a river flows over. A log that has washed up on a sandy beach.

These shapes, however unduplicable by man, give me a power sense of inevitability.

To what degree has mankind approached this absolute power to convince ?

To find the answer to that, I undertake the task of creating my works out in the natural environment. 

To move a mountain, one must be like a mountain. Emphasis on difference leads to rejection by nature.

Relying on chance and the earth will swallow you.

Time after time, I clear my mind for the true essence to reveal itself.

And at last, if it is in harmony with its environment, my work will be accepted.

Things give an impression that something precedent has left a mark.

And I discover in such things a beauty of something that has always been there.