I once saw a drawing by Picasso of a flyer for a meeting of an underground organization opposing the Franco regime during the Spanish Civil War. It was a piece commissioned by an organization called 'Contre-attaque', and it depicted a severed bull's head on a plate. It consisted of very simple sketches, but the extraordinary intention and atmosphere emanating from the mere business card-sized paper captivated my attention. Though it's the work of a genius, I learned that lines drawn by hand can construct a world and tell a story. While I was captivated by the expressions and world created by 'camera obscura' and pursued my own expression, I felt a sense of weariness and frustration with the current world of photography, which is overrun by excessive obsession with resolution and AI-generated illusions. 

Even though I operate a rotary press, I still consider myself a photographer. Certainly, looking at recent events, there are times when I feel the limitations of photographic expression. This is probably because I feel that the excessive rise of artificial intelligence has stifled the possibilities for individual expression. But is that really true? Even now, I'm sometimes taken aback when I look at the gradations of tones created by the ink in my own creative process. It's often when you see an "unexpected outcome." And almost all of those attempts end in failure. To be honest, I consider myself "still a work in progress," but from time to time, I find myself captivated by certain nuances of tone. I've recently started to grasp this, for example, isn't the beauty of photographic works found in enjoying the visual incongruity of slightly out-of-focus areas? I am convinced of this amidst the faint scent of ink.