I begin on the grass, barefoot. No sketch, no hesitation. Just a clean channel and a clear message received in silence. Nature is my co-creator. I don’t second guess.

The rice paper is hand-colored and shaped in field-aligned presence. It’s not decoration—it’s residue of intent. Created from nothing, just like the truth it will carry.

I tear by hand. I follow what appears. Most pieces are discarded. Only the aligned survive. What remains is glued and painted into place—no fixing, just listening.

Each work is finished with care—framed, measured, refined. I check every edge with full attention. My dog often joins for final alignment. The vision is now whole.