I painted Await My Dreams after I decided to keep making art, even though I didn’t know where it would lead. Once I made that decision, time began to stretch differently. There was no clear milestone, only repetition. Learning. Testing. Adjusting. Showing up again. Each step felt small on its
I painted Lost In Time after reconnecting with a close friend from my college years, more than a decade after we last spoke. I had left Japan without saying goodbye, overwhelmed by life and quietly slipping away. For years, I carried memories of my friends with me, especially during difficult
I painted You Are Not Alone during a time when I felt misunderstood in more than one place. I had to step away from a local circle of friends, and around the same time, I began hearing—directly or indirectly—that the path I was choosing didn’t make sense. That making art
I painted Pink Wabi Sabi while thinking about sensitivity — not as a label, but as a way of moving through the world. For most of my life, I thought being shy was simply part of my personality. I didn’t question it. Over time, though, I began to notice how
When I was growing up, art and music were always nearby. Some expressions were welcomed, others quietly set aside. Even so, melodies and movement stayed with me. For a long time, I kept putting art and music aside, treating them as something secondary. They waited in the background while I
By the time the house finally goes quiet, the day has already asked for everything. The noise, the decisions, the constant noticing — all of it fades once the lights are off and the doors are closed. The air feels different, softer. I painted this during one of those moments.
I painted Await My Dreams after I decided to keep making art, even though I didn’t know where it would lead. Once I made that decision, time began to stretch
I painted Lost In Time after reconnecting with a close friend from my college years, more than a decade after we last spoke. I had left Japan without saying goodbye,
I painted You Are Not Alone during a time when I felt misunderstood in more than one place. I had to step away from a local circle of friends, and
I painted Pink Wabi Sabi while thinking about sensitivity — not as a label, but as a way of moving through the world. For most of my life, I thought
When I was growing up, art and music were always nearby. Some expressions were welcomed, others quietly set aside. Even so, melodies and movement stayed with me. For a long
By the time the house finally goes quiet, the day has already asked for everything. The noise, the decisions, the constant noticing — all of it fades once the lights
I painted Await My Dreams after I decided to keep making art, even though I didn’t know where it would lead. Once I made that decision, time began to stretch
I painted Lost In Time after reconnecting with a close friend from my college years, more than a decade after we last spoke. I had left Japan without saying goodbye,
I painted You Are Not Alone during a time when I felt misunderstood in more than one place. I had to step away from a local circle of friends, and
I painted Pink Wabi Sabi while thinking about sensitivity — not as a label, but as a way of moving through the world. For most of my life, I thought
When I was growing up, art and music were always nearby. Some expressions were welcomed, others quietly set aside. Even so, melodies and movement stayed with me. For a long
By the time the house finally goes quiet, the day has already asked for everything. The noise, the decisions, the constant noticing — all of it fades once the lights
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