Rmoo Being a false prophet is the order of the day. The tweet of the tortoise, \"When people crap, they start talking. ” The meat tastes like wood. The more you chew it, the more it tastes. It's like moss in a vegetable. Because it is weak, it clings to the earth It makes itself look soft. This is Rmoo. It rains again and again, many times a day, and Rmoo is in it. Thanks to this, the canvas is stretched, and I shout, \"I can paint! When the battery runs out of energy to face a challenge, another challenge comes along to push the switch. Invariably, one of the difficulties falls asleep. Either I or the work is awake. Rmoo is a coward. Rmoo is timid. Born in Aomori, I l ives and works in Aomori and Hokkaido, Japan. Starting to have solo exhibitions in 2018. I paint emptying myself for the task of tracing the invisible things that appear on the canvas. I try to mimic them as faithfully as possible, to give them an existence as ART. When nothing appears on the canvas, I finish a small work as a study. Exhibition: Main gallery ; Harappa; Fuyume-do; NOVITA; Sasara; Gallery Jin; Tomorrow's forest.