Ayako Rokkaku: the edge of paradise
Danaï Loukas
Ayako Rokkaku’s paintings exist in a world untethered, a space where time is fluid and forms dissolve as quickly as they appear. Her work resists fixed narratives, embracing the ephemeral and the infinite process of becoming. Across her canvases, figures hover in dreamlike states, slipping between presence and absence, embodying both familiarity and strangeness. There is a weightless quality to her handwork, a delicate transience that mirrors the essence of mono no aware, the Japanese aesthetic of impermanence—where every moment is both fleeting and deeply felt.
In her latest and most ambitious work Paradise, a monumental 3 x 6 meters diptych, Rokkaku reaches toward an ever-shifting vision of paradise—a contemporary response to Tintoretto’s celestial expanse. Yet, her world does not imitate the past; it reimagines it, filtering centuries-old compositions through a lens where boundaries blur and definitions slip away. Hers is not a static paradise but a space of perpetual transformation. Her paintings do not capture singular moments; they are in constant motion, dissolving and reforming, carrying the echoes of a world in transition.

A Reverie Between Worlds
Where Tintoretto structured the divine through movement and light, Rokkaku softens and distils. Her vision is unbound by gravity; it is ethereal, an atmosphere of colour and breath. The diptych hums with quiet transformation—its figures emerging and dissolving in an endless state of change.
At its centre, Jesus appears adorned in a flowing dress, crowned with delicate blooms, extending a flower wreath to Mary. It is a moment neither bound to the past nor fixed in the future but suspended between offering and acceptance, between blessing and becoming. The act of giving here is not absolute but tentative, a gesture that remains in transition. The flower crown hovers between hands—neither fully given nor fully taken—occupying a liminal space where meaning resists containment.
There is no singular reading of this exchange, no imposed interpretation. Rokkaku allows multiple realities to coexist, where notions of gender, sanctity, and identity dissolve into soft ambiguity. Jesus’s gesture is not an authoritative bestowal but a whisper of change, an ephemeral passage of time itself. This moment reverberates across her work, where transformation is not an endpoint but a continuous unfolding, never quite complete.
A Landscape of Shifting Forms
Rokkaku’s Paradise is populated with the familiar echoes of her visual universe— fish glide beside angels, while rabbits sit peacefully in circles as little ducks ascend toward the sky. Figures flicker between joy and mischief, melancholy and reverie, each contained within an atmosphere of purity, naivety, and quiet grandeur. This is not a paradise of perfection, but one that embraces the fragile beauty of transience.
Her characters are not bound by rigid outlines but exist in a state of transformation. Even the landscapes within her works—if they can be called landscapes—are suggestions rather than fixed spaces. Clouds roll in and out, obscuring details as quickly as they reveal them, embodying the very essence of impermanence. In Japanese tradition, clouds are admired for their transformations, for their refusal to be confined to a single state. Rokkaku’s paintings breathe with this same restlessness, where figures appear and disappear, drifting through a world of shifting hues and textures.
Her creatures—human, animal, celestial—occupy a space where reality bends, where narrative remains open-ended. There is no singular story unfolding but a multitude of possibilities. A childlike purity pervades her work, yet something ancient lingers beneath the surface—an echo of myths untold, of fables yet to be written. In her Paradise, there is no hierarchy—angels rest beside rabbits, small birds soar alongside celestial beings. The sacred and the mundane, the mythical and the everyday, all exist in quiet harmony. This is not a world of rigid structures but one of gentle interweaving, where meaning is fluid and transformation is the only constant.
The Beauty of the In-Between
Hybridity has always been at the core of Rokkaku’s practice. Her work hovers between the two-dimensional worlds of manga and anime and the tactile presence of paint. There is a delicate interplay between flatness and depth, between drawn figures and lived experience. Her characters—human, animal, imagined—coexist in a porous reality where identities shift, where selfhood is as fluid as the wind, and where gender dissolves into pure essence. Nothing is fully defined, and nothing seeks resolution. Instead, her figures embrace the threshold where possibility unfurls.
It is this embrace of uncertainty that makes Rokkaku’s work so profoundly contemporary. As cultures shift, as identities are rewritten, her paintings reflect a world where meaning is discovered rather than dictated. She creates a paradise in perpetual motion—where even the divine is not immutable but a presence in constant mutation.
The diptych itself pulses with this dreamlike quality. It does not depict a single, frozen moment but moves, expands, and shifts. The figures are caught in a luminous exchange, their gestures trembling on the edge of change. Jesus’s flower crown hovers, not yet given, not yet taken—a transition stretching between hands, between past and future, between one world and the next.
A Floating World of Emotion
Rokkaku’s figures do not simply exist in physical space; they exist within states of emotion. Her work captures the fleeting nature of feeling itself— way joy shifts into longing; the way laughter and sorrow live within the same breath. Her characters do not belong entirely to one mood or another; they are expressions of the ebb and flow of human experience.
In this way, her work recalls the tradition of ukiyo-e, the “pictures of the floating world” from Japan’s Edo period, where figures and landscapes were depicted not as static realities but as moments slipping through time. Like the woodblock prints of that era, her paintings embrace a sense of movement, of lives unfolding in the delicate haze between one instance and the next. Rokkaku’s Paradise is not a singular vision of joy or peace; it is an emotional landscape where all states of being coexist.
It is not an endpoint; it is an unfolding. It is a threshold where certainty dissolves and possibilities multiply. Her work does not seek answers—it invites us to step into the current and drift. Here, nothing is final, nothing is closed. Transformation is not a destination but a state of being, and ambiguity is not something to be solved but something to be embraced.
Her work resists categorization, slipping between past and present, between tradition and innovation, between innocence and wisdom. It invites the viewer to enter not just a painted world, but a state of mind—one where identities shift like clouds, where meaning is not prescribed but felt. In a world constantly redefining itself, Rokkaku’s work stands as a testament to the beauty of the undefined. Her figures do not seek permanence. They surrender to change, carried always toward the infinite