Traces of Time, Held in Place
The kataoka Tokyo Flagship Store stands in a former factory, built in 1932. For nearly a century, this building has quietly witnessed the passing of time.
Its walls have held many lives, many stories, most of them now fading. My desire is to honor what remains. To preserve, even in a small way, the presence this place has carried through the years.
Taste of Light
What if a gemstone were liquid?
From that quiet thought emerged a new vision—color held in surface tension, a cup of light poised to spill.
The setting, like a vessel.
The stone, a flavor of light.
The new collection, Taste of Light, reflects this impression: a sensation not only seen, but almost tasted.
Each piece captures the delicate boundary between form and feeling, a quiet indulgence, crafted to shimmer with emotion.
Milk Pearl
My son’s milk tooth, once lost and long forgotten, found again in a quiet moment.
Carved into pearl, not just to remember, but to search for something I hadn’t yet understood. A trace of childhood, a glimmer of the mystery that still lingers.
Magnetism
Certain places carry a quiet magnetism—an unseen thread that tugs at the soul and lends a fleeting spark to everything that stirs there. Over the past four years, the land and space cradling the atelier have blossomed into just such a spot.
Now, it seems ready to turn the page and begin a new, tender chapter.
Sweet Spot
The drills used daily wear out quickly.
Not only do they lose their sharpness fast, but they also break rather easily,
requiring frequent resharpening like a pencil.
However, the tool I’m currently testing makes it much easier to achieve the perfect angle—
a small but satisfying joy as of late.