I painted movement, not moments.
Waves, wind, mountains — always in motion, always alive.
Mount Fuji became my anchor. I returned to it again and again.

I changed my name more than thirty times.
Not to escape who I was — but to become who I was becoming.
Each name marked a rebirth.

I believed mastery came late.
At seventy, I was still learning to draw.
At ninety, I hoped to finally understand nature.

Woodblock prints carried my work beyond borders.
My lines travelled where I never could.
They shaped worlds I would never see.

This profile is curated in tribute — to obsession, reinvention, and a life spent chasing form, rhythm and truth.

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