I am a loner. An observer. My outer world is simple. My inner world is bursting, overflowing, more than enough. These paintings flow out of me with no conscious thought. I am leaving them raw and unrefined because it feels right. I have general ideas of what they will be as I am doing them, which I can only describe as visual feelings. This is my inner world at this moment. There are infinite variations. These landscapes of colour and movement are the tiniest sliver of what happens when I close my eyes. I am Hikikomori.