I had long wanted to make woodblock prints, yet the path towards them felt distant. The craft demands years, and the system that once sustained it no longer quite exists. Faced with this gap, I began to consider another route, one that might preserve something of the process, while quietly altering its means.

Komura Settai, Illustration for the novel, Edo Yakusha by Kunieda Kanji On patterns, poetry, and the art of subtle emotion In a certain...

I want to share with you a work of art you might not be so familiar with. Goethe once made a comment about minor artists and their place...

In Edo (old Tokyo), there was a distinctive tradition of naming trees based on their age or unique shapes. Pine trees, known for their...