Each collage feels like a tiny world made of scraps—
paper fragments, colors that happen to agree with each other,
and somewhere inside, a small heroine quietly holding the scene together.
This series came together in a very quiet, intuitive way.
I had just reorganized my washi tapes—boxes and drawers full of patterns, colors, tiny fragments waiting to be used. Instead of planning anything, I simply started picking pieces that felt right together. One strip next to another, a color that echoed another somewhere else. It became less about designing and more about noticing.
My mind felt a little jumbled while making these. Thoughts wandering, episodes of Gilmore Girls playing in the background, hands moving almost automatically. But somehow the collages themselves found their own structure. The pieces knew where they wanted to go before I did.
Each card ended up with a small heroine—these slightly funky figures standing in the middle of their little worlds. I like the idea that every collage has a character anchoring it, someone quietly inhabiting the scene.
The rest is just fragments: stamps, textures, scraps, bits of washi tape. Things that shouldn’t necessarily go together, but somehow do.
I didn’t overthink these.
They’re the kind of work that happens when you let your hands lead.
And maybe that’s the point of collage for me—
taking scattered pieces and discovering that they already know how to belong together.