Watercolor Sketches of Arcadia Park 2





An update for my newest piece: a 160cm by 90cm emaki (long rolled paper). I started way back in March, and am finally finished. Sort of. The paper itself extends to 10m, but I doubt my ability to continue drawing this pattern for so long.

Here I used mostly watercolor, with nihonnga paint (Japanese paints) here and there as well as some inks. This was by far my biggest project and quite daunting; I had initially intended to cover the entire roll of paper with this pattern. I did the math when I began though–it took me about an hour to completely cover a 10cm by 16cm surface (the size of my small sketchbook I experimented patterns on) and realized that I’d need about 3 years to finish the roll at an hour a day.

For a seventeen year old, I guess, 3 years is too long.

Now this is a partial close up—the red, orange, purple, pink marks were all painted on this beautiful washi. (Which was about $50 for the 10m roll. Steal! Ah, the perks of living in Japan.)

I’ve so far been calling it “insanity”. It was insanity to keep drawing these tiny marks over and over and over. The process numbed me and probably rendered me insane (I’m still seeing this pattern everywhere).

To all of you who use Instagram…did you try out that new app they’re pushing?  Layout, it’s called. Today I had the pleasure of using that thing for the first time and I loved it. You can change the ratio of each section! There’s the mirror option!

Check out this edition of “insanity”:

I’d love to hear what you think! Feel free to leave a comment.


The Bug King

The Bug King

Have you ever looked down on the hairs of your shin and wondered if a fly would get stuck there?

My dad did. Or at least, it happened to him. We were on a hike and he, a dad in the summer, donned those shorts that dads are entitled to wear in the summer. While we were resting, a fly flew onto or rather into, his shin. Poor guy (the fly) struggled for a couple seconds before finally disentangling himself from the jungle of hair.

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This story, along with my recent growing interest in imaginary places, led me to this: the bug king (right lower corner) and all his friends nestling on and around the hairs of a much larger creature.

My interest in imaginary places started here:Amazon.com. A trip exploring the edges of this shopping site led me to “Mattias Unrestricted”, a book filled with the illustrations of Mattias Adolfsson. His illustrations were imaginary, a little strange, the pages a new world you get stuck in. Here’s his site: http://mattiasadolfsson.com/

House of the Mountains



I did a little experimenting with the lighting on this one. It’s actually a small part of a much bigger project I’m working on. But then again, I currently have about 3 or 4 projects which I rotate working on depending on how I feel so it could be a while.

A couple of years ago I visited the Rocky Mountains and just fell in love with the mountains, which is why a lot of my paper art revolves around mountains and the life there. This was where I first saw wild deer. And they were huge. Of course that could be because I am tiny, rarely do I ever meet anyone shorter than me, (oh wait, it hasn’t happened yet). I blame my parents. Anyways, deer. Oh, their majestic sauntering! Their shining coat of fur! If I could, I would have joined that herd. I’ve been working on walking on fours so who knows, maybe one day.

Denizens of the Commuter Train

When you’re a student living in Japan, public transportation is the only transportation.
Riding the train is a daily ritual, unfortunately, there are only so many things you can do on them. But as any commuter in an overpopulated city knows, one of the best way to pass time is people watching.

Him I saw on the 6:00 AM Shonanhshinjuku Line on a Saturday. Despite the fact that it was a Saturday, and at 6:00 AM, the train was teeming with people. As he slept, he snored. In deep growls that eminated from the bottom of his lungs, he exhaled, the oxygen clogged in his throat as he inhaled. The lady next to him woul flicker hey eyes up from the ground with every noise he made. Up, down, up dow, up down.
I took the train home after a long day at school. At 4:00 PM the train was empty. The old lady sitting across from me was dressed in pink. Her fluffy gray hair looked like a bird’s nest.
My morning train, in all its happiness and glory.


Street View: Ebisu


On the first day of June, I painted this street scene of Ebisu, Tokyo.

The road smelled of late spring, the breeze hazy and hinting of summer. In a few weeks, it would smell of overgrown weeds and bug repellent.

Even in the concrete jungle of skyscrapers and glass-adorned modern buildings, this street could not be of anywhere except Japan. Some parts of it reminds me of the old pictures of my parents, my grandparents, taken decades ago. Maybe it’s the red fence, or the pattern in the concrete wall, or the design of manhole, but it comforts me to see that even overdeveloped cities will find a way to distinguish themselves from one another.



My rabbit hates me.

Well actually, she’s not mine but my father’s, but she hates me just the same. This is because I am a master in the art of rabbit holding.

(And yes, that is a thing.)

A couple of months ago, our rabbit, named Taba (I call her Rabbiton, which could sound like a superhero rabbit  or a very heavy one) started sneezing uncontrollably. She would get snot stuck in her nostril and obviously had a hard time breathing. In attempt to alleviate her pain I’d flip her over and attack her snot with a Q-tip. It worked, if only a little, but oh, did she hate it. “Now, Rabbiton, I do this for you.” I’d tell her (while also slightly enjoying hugging a fluffy rabbit).

Whenever I’d hear her sneeze I’d go over and pick her up. Naturally she tried to get away. Usually this meant diving into the little wooden house in her cage. This happened so many times that she’d hide from me whenever she heard my footsteps. I don’t know how she knew, but in our family of six people, she only did this to me.

But dear rabbit, you still end up in my arms, staring up at a Q-tip. Mwahaha.

Ferris Wheel

imageimageimage Originally I’d started this because I wanted to make something that could move.

Mission accomplished, the ferris wheel moves (or turns, in this case.) Albeit not without some complications.

It started with the whole designing process. I was actually going to make the whole thing simpler, the basketts strewn into one piece of paper. I’d already started cutting when I changed my mind.

Then there was figuring out how to attach the basketts. I had little tiny pieces of copper wire everywhere.

Then there was the whole figuring-out-the-axle. I ended up using bamboo skewers. That was too long, so after a failed attempt at slicing with a kitchen knife (kids, don’t try this at home), my mother finally suggested scissors.

But then after about a week. the ferris wheel got stepped on.