wander towards a tender green garden, across a wooden floor running like a river to a resting rice straw room. From the pink morning to the blue evening, the senses linger, along breathing earth walls. The studio rests on stones, rests in a tree house where rain makes a dozen different round sounds. Tender plants grow in the hallways, green.
Given gentle attention and care, there is imagination.

Artists and friends came to listen to the summer rain. They sat together in a tatami room facing a kaki tree among wild. Sprouts, they looked out together at the changing light in a tree house where a soft breeze moved in rain. black cat day dream is an invitation.