I painted Nostalgic Summer while thinking about how time reshapes memory. My childhood was not an easy one. My father stopped coming home when I was six, and a few years later my parents divorced. My mother worked nights to support us, leaving my younger sister and me alone. I
I painted Everything In Moderation during a time when I was thinking about extremes. I noticed how often things feel pulled too far in one direction — effort without rest, intensity without pause, certainty without space. When that happens, something begins to feel strained, even if the intention is good.
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
I painted Nostalgic Summer while thinking about how time reshapes memory. My childhood was not an easy one. My father stopped coming home when I was six, and a few
I painted Everything In Moderation during a time when I was thinking about extremes. I noticed how often things feel pulled too far in one direction — effort without rest,
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
I painted Nostalgic Summer while thinking about how time reshapes memory. My childhood was not an easy one. My father stopped coming home when I was six, and a few
I painted Everything In Moderation during a time when I was thinking about extremes. I noticed how often things feel pulled too far in one direction — effort without rest,
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
