I work by reproducing the images that come into my brain on canvas.
The time of day when the images come down is almost always fixed, either when I am about to fall asleep or when I have just woken up in the morning and am sleepy, both times when my ego is in hiding.
I can't create well at all when I'm conscious of a desire to look good.
Rather, I feel that I am not doing anything, and that my hands are being moved to reproduce these images that have come down to me.
Being forced to move is not a compulsion, but rather a pleasure.
I always have a piece of paper by my bedside so that I don't forget the images I see, and I draw them down when I see them.

Later, I will analyze and think about why this image came down to me.

Here are some thoughts about "freedom" this time.

It is said that when the elephants in the circus are small, they are shackled with stakes.
When the elephants are small, they are shackled to a stake, and when they try to escape, they cannot pull the shackle off, so they give up trying.
When the elephants grow into adults, they are bigger and stronger and can easily pull the stakes out.
But they don't pull it out because they remember that they couldn't pull it out when they were small elephants.

I was thinking about this story and wondered if I myself had fallen into such a situation when I created this piece.

I bought Hawking's book to read again, which I had avoided for a long time because I was not good at physics, although I like the universe.
I can only read three pages a day at the most.