Hello everyone, or good evening?

The Tokyo Olympics has finished, and I had been so excited and enthusiastic watching athletes playing in a game. Next is the Tokyo Paralympic. I can’t wait for it!

Well today, I would like to continue writing and recalling my experience in Oxford, UK. It’s been a while since I wrote about it, so I will try to organise my head and write them down.

【What I get from negative experience 】

At the language school in Oxford, I was taking A-level which is required to get into a university in the UK.

I was taking English, critical thinking, quantitative and qualitative research, and the arts.

And Only the art lesson was held in the local college in the city centre of Oxford.

It was fresh and such a good experience to study at the local college as I could learn many methods and knowledge about arts which I had never known before then.




However, studying there wasn’t always fun and happy. I had a time where I couldn’t concentrate at all because my mental health was unstable. (“Unstable” is probably the right word… I guess)

I now know that it was all because of me thinking way too much.

Because I was overthinking often around that time, I couldn’t even decide the concept of my last art project of A-level for such a long time. Moreover, my relationship with the people around me was not great at all either.

It took me a while to concentrate on myself and put myself up.

Eventually, I could decide what I want to express for the last project, and that came from within myself going through the negative experience.

I don’t remember the title of the last project… but I remember my work was about how the outer information goes into the human body and changes to various shapes.

Until the last project, my art teachers don’t seem to like me that much, but one of them was very surprised about my last work and told me “Wow I didn’t know you could make such work!”. I guess it was a compliment… lol

At the graduate show, people who were not close to me were enjoying my work, and some of them told me how much they love my work. It was surprising…

Some of my Japanese friends were also watching my work with their eyes shining a bit. I was so pleased to see their faces, and I still remember that moment clearly.

That’s why I love art.

I felt so very strong.

Probably, the root of creating the artwork is better to be a happy moment… but mine wasn’t. It always hasn’t been.

I feel easier to get inspiration when things are so tough and cruel, which might sound weird and crazy… But that’s how I have a strong feeling to create something new.

Once I created my work and it’s out, people see it and they interpret what I’ve been feeling and make it into their positive experience. When that happens, I feel I am succeeded.

Ok! That’s it for today!

Thank you for reading my blog until the end!

See you next week and have a great weekend (^D^)/～♪