A Postcard From Tokyo

May 23, 2026

One week in Tokyo, and the moments that found their way into new work

I spent a week in Tokyo this spring with very little planned beyond a destination for the day and the freedom to see what unfolded in between.

So much of what I loved was found in the quieter edges of the city — Koenji, Asagaya, Kagurazaka, Shimokitazawa — neighbourhoods with their own rhythm, their own small rituals, and a way of making everyday life feel beautifully considered.

There were backstreets empty of tourists, local restaurants where lunch arrived with quiet precision, neighbourhood bakeries, shrines tucked into ordinary streets, and a deep sense of care in even the simplest details.

One of my favourite memories was stepping into a tiny café that had been in the same owner’s hands for 45 years, her late husband’s paintings still on the walls, French café music playing softly in the background. It felt intimate, and unhurried. A quiet oasis for her customers.

That is what stayed with me most about Tokyo — not just its beauty, but its restraint. The respect in it. The attention. The sense that a day did not need to be filled to be meaningful.

These three new works grew quietly from that week.

Where Spring Waited
A piece that speaks to spring; softness, anticipation, and the beauty of what is just beginning to open.

The Hour Between
In celebration of the space we give ourselves when on holiday. The space to wonder, to see the world through a different lens, the space to decompress.

The Things We Keep
A work about memory, atmosphere, and the small moments that travel leaves with us long after we return home.

If choosing art ever feels overwhelming, I think it helps to begin with the feeling you want a room to hold. Calm, lightness, depth, stillness. The right piece is often the one that gives shape to that mood before anything else.

Discover the new work from Japan