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I was born in the Manzanar internment camp for Japanese-Americans during World War II. After the war, my family moved to a tiny island in Japan's Inland Sea, off the coast of Hiroshima, where I immersed myself in painting and drawing. My passion for art intensified when we left Eta Jima and returned to the United States.
I paint what I see every day. I go shopping and see pears, I see lemons in a bowl beside a sunny windowsill, I see morning light illuminate a flower petal, and I |
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need to capture the translucent colors, brilliant light, sensual shapes, and quiet shadows. Because everything in my pictures touches me, each painting keeps alive an intimate moment of my life. |
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