[Photo of Yonago Sculpture Symposium]
I have just begun to organize the photos that had been piled up in the left corner of the desk for a month and a half. This is a picture I took with Yonago this summer. It's fun to shoot with the camera in one hand, but the post-processing is actually difficult. If I'm serious about shooting and it's the adults who take responsibility until the end, I'll never be a kid. I can't become a professional adult forever because I can easily solve the problem because I am a sculptor.

Aside from the digression, I will check the stacked photo bags one by one. Oh, suddenly Mr. Oi laughed and came off the screen. This is a picture of Mr. Motoike's dinner party. The bigger the subject, the bigger the picture. Mr. Hirai stands under the tent with a bowl and a bowl lifted. A wife wearing a yukata stands on the side in the same dress, and the people around her are laughing and clapping their hands.

This is called the ultimate rattan phenomenon at the Yonago Sculpture Symposium, but it is actually singing the procession of the saints. Mr. Yamada is similar to Chaplin. No, Andy Warhol, who is actually the same person as Jean-Francois Dumur, is seen by Hanako as a yukata. This is a picture of when I went to Mr. Suzuki's house. Jesse and the author wrap a towel around their heads under the tent and sip spaghetti. They are tall, good guys, innocent, well-eaten, well-worked and promising young assistants.

Tomomatsu-san's Bermuda shorts, T-shirt, and baseball cap on the claws are an eternal naughty boy. Mr. Funakoshi is a person like a baseball umpire, and you can understand what he is saying just by looking at the pictures. Mr. Ida is tight and Mr. Adachi is very gentle. Mr. Motoike, who doesn't look like me, Mr. Fujita, who is always serious, Mr. Ima, who doesn't appear on his face when he drinks but is happy to see it in action, and Ida, whose head ratio is emphasized. Mr., Mr. Shy Yanaka, Mr. Iwasaka who is always quiet, Mr. Omori who aims to be a camera adult, everyone is in the picture.

If you check it in this way, there are few photographs that are working on the sculpture that should be the main one. I didn't spend a month and a half seriously, and I was absorbed in sculpture during the day, so I didn't even think about taking pictures. This fact faithfully tells how seriously he took his work during the symposium. At the end of the arrangement of the photos, a commemorative photo taken together in front of the installed work came out. Everyone has a nice face and everyone gently inputs to my heart's album. The pile of photos on the left edge of the desk moved to the right edge of the desk and became a mountain again.