In his own words, even though he is the grandson of a Japanese man who migrated to Peru, and that all his life he has been deeply interested in Japanese culture, it wasn’t until he visited Japan for the first time that Okamoto had a small epiphany that would change the way he understood everything in life.

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That revelation made him understand that the excellence he associated with all things Japanese had nothing to do with symmetry, but rather with harmony. That the aesthetic ideal he perceived in Japanese culture and had never been able to put into words was not to be found in the perfect geometric coherence of fractals, but in the undeniable balance of tree branches.