I draw a curvy line of a vine with a complete focus. The end of the swirly vine yields to the beginning of a new one. I repeat the...

The calligraphy brush descends into the ink as black as night. It absorbs the darkness in every hair and rests on the hill of the suzuri...

The news about the assassination of the former Japanese prime minister took me by surprise. I was born and lived in Japan until moving to...

The dancing flames light up the dark yard. The cracking sounds of firewood echo through the night. The light reveals the drawings I’m...