About me

I’m Haneoto, and I paint the things that can’t be said out loud.

My work is filled with symbols—black butterflies, spirals, roses, masks—that speak where words fall short. I create surreal, emotionally charged scenes where time bends, beauty bruises, and the truth wears theatrical makeup. My paintings often feel like half-dreams or fading performances, caught between memory and escape.

Each piece begins with a question I can’t answer. Sometimes, I build the scene in the real world first—a miniature stage, a tiny set—to touch the intangible before painting it. But more often, the world I paint builds itself from fragments: emotions I haven’t named, philosophies I wrestle with, and realities I wish I could rewrite.

I always wear a mask in my public photos. Not to hide—just to make visible what’s usually hidden. I believe the self is a performance, and I let that bleed into my work.

I’m an artist. A mother. A woman constantly caught between silence and expression. My art doesn’t try to solve anything. It simply opens a door and waits to see if you’ll step through.