A whirlwind of neon koi and spectral tigers, of gods with electric eyes and cowgirls riding through Edo’s twilight—this collection is a delirious collision of past and present, myth and rebellion. Here, the delicate art of kachō-e flutters against a backdrop of cosmic chaos, where Qing Dynasty silhouettes are reborn in op-art reveries, and Meiji’s disciplined brushwork collides with a punk-rock heartbeat.
Dragons coil through acid-hued heavens, their bodies warping like dreams half-remembered. Monkeys tumble through fevered jungles, their mischief laced with surrealist intrigue. Each stroke, a paradox: ancient ink dancing with modern vision, ukiyo-e serenity disrupted by pop culture’s defiant snarl. This is where mural-sized grandeur meets the intimacy of framed whispers, where canvas-bound fantasies defy gravity, tradition, and expectation.
A carnival of shifting identities emerges—gender-fluid deities, airborne circuses, forbidden romances woven into silk and smoke. Airplanes arc over cherry blossoms; amusement parks flicker in the lacquered night. Each piece a portal, each glance a revelation. Step inside. The story is still unfolding.
