Lately I had not been facing my inner self. I wanted simply to concentrate on drawing… With that thought, I began…

As I went on, there was nothing but hesitation… So the lines I drew in pencil remain as they are, never traced over in pen… Who I am now is reflected just as it is…

I did not have enough time to draw, but I was able to face who I am now… Outer reality reflects what is within… So let me look at reality squarely, and see what this reality is telling me…

I named this work “Fluctuation”. Swaying and wavering, I sometimes lose my balance. And that is all right… Fluctuation is proof of being alive…