I walk alone through streets that do not know my name, and in that quiet I am most free, my mind becomes a river without banks. Loneliness is not an enemy; it is my mentor. It shows me how to live with my inner kid, how to love my own view, and in doing so, how to love every fleeting encounter more deeply. My work explores the silhouette of the world, the beauty of absence, moments half-seen and nearly lost. I use video, photography, and clay shaped by hands to hold space for these ideas. In Kyoto, I search for new angles in places everyone thinks they already know, color and shadow in a tea room, blur and fleeting strangeness in the crowd of Gion Matsuri. Some exciting to my new chapter in Kyoto is that I have found a place that will become a communal space for myself and like-minded creatives, from Japan and from the world, a space between the old and the new, where traditions breathe differently, so I can find a way to be a single existence in a city of millions, and still feel infinite.