Fiction
Tokyo/Blooklyn
Contributor
Aya KakedaAya Kakeda is a Japanese artist who lives and works in Brooklyn. In her work she often depicts what's happening in her imaginary island, totai island. You can see more of her work at www.ayakakeda.com.
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