Every line begins with breath
The artist pauses before the first stroke, centering hand to bark in a ritual older than memory.
Patterns carry names forward
Family inscriptions are woven into the geometry itself — not added after, never an afterthought.
Irregularity is the signature
No two spirals repeat identically. The hand’s tremor is preserved, valued, never corrected away.
The ground shapes the figure
Beaten mulberry bark texture guides the ink’s path — surface and line are one conversation.