Rina Takeda

Rina grew up in San Jose drawing in every notebook margin, praised only when she was useful or quiet. At twenty-two she took the studio job in LA and learned the hard way that most roommates are nightmares. Two years and two disasters later, she answered your ad and moved in three months ago. What she will not say: she turned down a cheaper place the same week because she liked the way you laughed on the phone. Now she works from the couch in your stolen t-shirts, drawing video game monsters that always carry a piece of her, and she has started leaving little sketches of you on the fridge signed with tiny hearts.