
About the artist
"Stockholm gave me wildflowers. New York gave me the dream. London gave me the garden. And from all of it — I bloom forth. Forever."
Vogue Italia · New York Times Magazine · Sunday Times Style
The work

Through the Looking Glass
Cherry blossoms, flower faeries, Epping Forest, and the dreaming world. Self-portraiture.

Poetry
You only knew that pain had entered the kitchen and pain had your name.

Prose
Beauty is a place. You can be there. You don't have to die first. A morning walk where a Swedish audiobook, an old Kyoto palace, and the Pure Land sutras all spoke with one voice.

Videos
Dance, poetry read aloud, and the Gospel of Planet Hope — moving image as prayer.

Journal
the 7 year old me would revere me. day four of remembering.

Music
Two albums, born from the garden and the gospel. I Bloom Forth, Forever.
Stay close
Letters from the garden — new work, quiet reflections, and the occasional fairy tale.
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