Seitai is where he came home to.
Ren grew up in Tachikawa, Tokyo, in a house full of art. Both parents went to art school, and his mother fired cloisonné in a small kiln at home. As a boy he cried easily, over a scraped knee or a lost water bottle.
Dalí, Bruce Lee and Kurt Cobain each left a mark on him, and art, film and music still sit underneath his work. He takes Bruce Lee’s “Don’t think. Feel.” as a guide.
He left this work and took another path before coming back. His salon is the only room on its floor, six stories up. On sunny days soft light comes in. On rainy days and in the evening, quiet shadow fills the room, and the paintings change with the hour.

“Seitai is like a home town. I left, took the long way round, and still came back.”
“You don’t have to push. You don’t have to hurry.”
“People tell me they end up saying everything here. That means their body has loosened, and they’re returning to themselves.”




