There’s something about washi that feels familiar, like a friend that’s been with me my whole life. It’s more than just paper; it’s soft yet strong, almost like fabric, akin to a childhood blanket that’s been held onto for years. When I first ran my fingers across a finished sheet, I wasn’t just feeling paper. I was feeling something lived-in, something made with care. And in that moment, I understood why I had come here, and that was to reacquaint myself with a more traditi

Entering the world of Edo Kumiko is like walking into a time capsule of traditional Japanese craftsmanship. I recently visited a workshop...