Sometimes she is dreamily smiling and talking to someone around me. At other times, she is alone, deep in her own inner world. Kudo's gaze wanders after something that is reflected only in her mind. Is it a happy image that fills her mind? Or is it to keep the pain and sorrow out of her mind? Or is it to keep pain and sorrow out of her mind?
There is an endlessness to Kudo's work that seems to come from meditation. I wonder if she is aware that she is creating something now. When she paints, when she sews, or when she is doing "something" that we don't understand, there is a strange atmosphere in her work that makes us suddenly feel such questions.