When work finishes early, I often find myself with a whole afternoon of daylight ahead. It feels like a waste to go straight home, so I might wander through the city, or perhaps visit a museum or exhibition venue. When I have the time, this is how I often spend it.

I'm sometimes asked in interviews, "Why do you go to museums and exhibitions so often?" I'm not entirely sure myself, but if I had to give a reason, it would be to see the "real thing" with my own eyes. I believe that original works possess a kind of "power" that differs from what can be conveyed through books and documents about the exhibits. Perhaps I go eagerly because I want to feel that presence.



About ten years ago, I received a gift from my sister, who loves books. Wondering what it could be, I excitedly opened the wrapping paper, and my eyes fell upon the utterly charming picture book, "Lisa's Little Sister." This story is about the birth of Lisa's younger sister. It delicately and simply portrays the emotional journey from the complex feelings that arise when a sibling arrives, to the awakening of tender love for one's brother or sister.


As I followed the story of this picture book, I recalled the mixed emotions of childhood—a blend of "jealousy" towards my sister and the feeling that she was "cute"—and I found myself naturally identifying with Lisa as I read.

The unfolding story was engaging, and with each turn of the page, I found myself wondering what would happen next. The warm illustrations were a joy to behold, and the happy ending filled my heart. Still moved by the story, I called my sister to thank her.

This was a picture book exhibition celebrating the 10th anniversary of the Japanese publication of "Gaspard and Lisa." I had expected the venue to be filled with children, but my prediction was completely off; it was crowded with people of all ages and backgrounds. It struck me that these books are loved by many, transcending generations.



Upon entering, I was greeted by over 100 colorful original artworks from their most famous to their latest works, along with a puppet theater stage, palettes and brushes used in their atelier, and sketches. Intrigued, I examined each piece closely, which made it difficult to move forward. The touch of the original oil paintings had a gentle atmosphere that evoked warmth. I was so captivated that it took me two full hours to reach the exit.

Still, what a delightful time it was. Immersed in the gentle world that permeates these works, they have become even more cherished picture books for me.

If an exhibition of these works is held again, I will invite my siblings next time. Sharing happiness, seeing the same things, and feeling the same emotions at the same time. I'm sure they will love it.