This book was a unique exploration of restraint and flow.
Inspired by East Asian ink wash painting, I focused on brush texture and minimal color to express mood and stillness.
It was an opportunity to tell a quiet story with poetic visual rhythm.
After harvest, my mother would leave a few fruits behind on the tree.“They’re for the others,” she’d say—squirrels, deer, raccoons, even small bugs—those who still need something sweet when the snow begins to fall.
Dana, the little girl in the story, learns—as I once did—that sharing often begins with the smallest gesture, left behind with kindness.
