What I liked was always "beautiful even if it decayed".

The texture of rust and the dents of a mallet. Decayed iron melts into the space regardless of Japanese or Western style.

Stand in front of the flames to make such a product.

The high-pitched sound of the mallet hitting the anvil and the swaying flames make me feel the essence of "manufacturing", which is far from efficient.

自分が好きな物はいつも"朽ちても美しいもの"だった。

錆の風合い、金槌の打痕。朽ちた鉄は和洋関係なく空間に溶け込む。

そんな製品を作るために炎の前に立つ。

金槌がアンビルに当たる甲高い音と揺れる炎に、効率とは程遠い"物作り"の本質を感じる。