The other day, I had a strange dream. I fought with my mom, and before we could make up, she was gone. When I woke up, I was crying. I think it’s because I touched a piece of regret that’s been sitting inside me for a long time. When my sister got married, our whole family went to the U.S. She invited all of us, and we even went to Disneyland together. It was the first and last family trip since we moved to Japan. I wasn’t the only one excited. Looking back, I think my mom fe

I am always thinking about the nature of art, its meaning, and what expression truly is. So that the paintings I create do not become mere decoration.So that they do not end as something that simply fills a wall. At the same time, I have never wanted to confine the emotions of those who look at my work. By saying, “This is what it means,” I fear I might take away the meaning that belongs only to them. And so, until now, I have rarely spoken about my art. But today, I would l

The other day, I had the chance to set up a booth at the Powell Street Festival  in Vancouver. The largest Japanese cultural festival in...

It’s already been two and a half months since I moved to Vancouver. City life has been far more turbulent than I expected. The first...