I don’t draw bodies. I draw souls — captured first through my lens, then brought to life in charcoal.

This is not about anatomy. It’s about vulnerability. Power. Silence. The quiet strength that lives in a man’s gaze, his posture, his breath.

I am a Hong Kong-based artist and photographer, obsessed with the male form — not as object, but as vessel. My work begins with the camera: long nights, slow shutter speeds, intimate moments with men who trust me to see them. From those photographs or from my heroes that came before me, I create original charcoal drawings — each one a meditation on masculinity: raw, tender, fragile, and unapologetically beautiful.

My books — Taste: Hong Kong Men and Aoi Musashi: Intimate Aesthetic — are not just collections. They are archives. Records of moments, light, and emotion. They are the bridge between my photography and my art.

My originals are not prints. They are moments — captured in charcoal, sealed with fixative, framed in matte black. Only one exists. Once sold, it’s gone forever.

If you’re looking for decoration, this isn’t for you.

If you’re looking for something that lives on your wall — something that whispers when you walk by — then welcome. You’ve found it.