There are so many people I'm grateful to that it would be impossible to list them all. I can't sleep with my legs facing in any direction. I have no choice but to sleep standing up. So in this space I will focus on people who have influenced my "making things." The first person My homeroom teacher in my second and third years of high school was Mr. Miyamichi, an art teacher who was in his early 40s at the time. He was a tall, handsome man. I wasn't particularly rebellious, I was just a half-assed idiot. Just like the picture above. When I got a little mischievous in my first year and moved up to second year, no one wanted to be my homeroom teacher. In the midst of all this, Professor Miyamichi said to me, "I'll be in charge of him for the second and third years!" However, his behavior did not improve, and he continued to be taken away by police officers at school, caught riding without a license, had a motorcycle accident, and was frequently taken into custody. I got suspended for being an idiot. The student guidance counselor and vice principal kept saying things like, "You're going to be expelled!" and "Don't you have any obligations or ties to the school?!" Before I could say, "Shut up," Professor Miyamichi apologized to them repeatedly, bowing his head and saying, "Give us another chance!" As we left the principal's office and walked side by side in silence down the dimly lit hallway at dusk, he put his arm around my shoulder. He said in a calm voice. "You don't have to worry about anything. Just think it's annoying. But make sure you respect your own sense of beauty." I turned away and replied, "Shut up." The hand on my shoulder conveyed a gentle expression, and we continued walking in silence. As a child, I was good at drawing and my paintings were often displayed in local art museums. I looked forward to receiving art supplies from the ward, and I was always drawing or creating things. Come to think of it, it's art... That's what I was thinking at the time. After graduating, my father gave me three choices: get a job, go to college, or move out, so I left home. The electricity, gas and water were all cut off and we were really poor. It was a dilapidated wooden building, and in the winter your breath would shine even inside the house. I went to the park to get water. Naturally, I was behind on my rent and I was thinking, "This is bad, I'm going to be homeless soon." The house next door is our landlord's house and we are grateful that he sometimes brings us dinner. However, he would often come in without permission using a spare key and get scolded. I was always hearing things like, "What are you doing sleeping until noon?", "You've made such a mess!", and "Leave me alone!", but one day I decided to ask about a stain on the ceiling that had been bothering me for a while. I discovered that the person before me was an art student and that the marks were from when he had pasted drawings onto the ceiling. Professor Miyamichi's face came to mind, and I couldn't sit still. I immediately snuck into an art school, set up an easel and stool, and attended classes. The instructors, who knew nothing about it, praised me, saying, "You have a great sense of art!" I continued going there every day after that, and they even remembered my name, which is pretty crazy... It quietly disappeared. A few months later, I went to ask my father if I could go to art school. The reply I received was, "I have a responsibility as the one who gave birth to this child. I'll help out in any way that only I can." That was the start of what led to the manufacturing we do today. At that school, he also met Kamei, who is currently the managing director of Koma. If Mr. Miyamichi wasn't an art teacher, he might be doing a different job. So that's the first person. 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 a 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 would 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.
