HOME (2026)
LITTLE STORIES FROM PAINT​
'You don't have to worry, dearest, your imagination will always be there for you to save you and make sure that you stay sane and live a happily-ever-after forever... so long hope exists, there's still always the possibility of reviving the fire that was put to sleep.'
From an author who survived through imagination and experienced it as a place where you can feel held, heal, and belong, HOME is a collection of eight original paintings transformed into little stories of hope, wonder, warmth, and comfort. Inspired by the emotions, dreams, and philosophical themes woven into each artwork and later explored throughout the book, every fairytale invites you into a little comforting world where you can heal and feel at home.
From the fairy who recycles death back to life, the turtle transformed by exile from home, the joyous flower who celebrates the rain, to the Goddess who saves existence itself, HOME is more than a collection of short stories- it's an art exhibition in book form, and a place to revisit whenever you feel lost.
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Oya
Oya is a radiant forest fairy whose golden tears transform grief into harmony as she watches over the ever-changing rhythm of life and death. For centuries, weary travellers have journeyed deep into the cedar forest in search of Nature's motherly love. But what is it they hope to find?
Luka
Luka is a translucent pink turtle who transforms exile and rejection into destiny and belonging as she learns how to live like a cherry blossom—fragile, extraordinary, and deserving of grace. When the world tells you that you do not belong, where does the universe plant you next?
Drolatte
(pronounced like 'Draw' and 'Late)
In an old city filled with glittering lights and lavish parties, there bloomed a yellow flower unlike any other who saw even the rain as something worth celebrating. They called her Drolatte, the Downtown Flower—but who was the curious young woman beneath the yellow hat?
Aesthete
Aesthete is a tiny wooden doll who turns fear and hopelessness into courage as she sets out to uncover the truth behind her beloved maker's mysterious disappearance. What would you do if you suddenly became separated from your creator and the only universe you had ever known?
McCax
In a world where humanity has long faded into myth, three unlikely robot friends roam the wastelands collecting scraps, memories, and questions that no one remains to answer. When an ancient Happy Meal from the forgotten fast-food empire McCax awakens hope that humans may still exist, they embark on an adventure that challenges everything they know about purpose, wonder, and what it truly means to keep going. But in a world where humanity was far gone, what is it that these strange robots are truly searching for?
Momma
An ill herbalist searching for a life-saving flower high among the mountains discovers a Momma owl and her glowing golden eggs hidden within the clouds. But as hope, warmth, and wonder begin to fade into the shadow of his illness, he experiences something beyond human understanding. When we stand between life and death, do we seek philosophy for answers—or merely for comfort in life's impermanence and uncertainty?
Ethnamida
What if your imagination isn't an escape from reality, but a parallel to it? What’s the relation between fire, courage, and the adventure that awaits beneath the surface of one’s own reality? And if you drown deep into your subconscious world, how can imagination help you re-emerge and save you?
Wovanna
‘Greed is the shape fear takes as it grows larger!’ As the Gods of the Four Seasons fall silent when humanity's deepest fears and greed consume the world, existence begins to unravel and the fateful pilgrimage of the Goddess of Hope and Existence begins to end all evil to restore Destiny to its natural state. As she sacrifices each living feather from her peacock-tail hair to revive the broken Seasons, Wovanna confronts the one fear from which all others are born. Knowing that everything beautiful must one day pass, what kind of constellation are we hoping to find when we look up at the stars?