Wonders After Rain

After the rain, mist rises into the air, and a path between reality and dreams seems about to reveal itself.

As the moisture begins to gather, it gradually takes the form of a fawn, stepping lightly forward. With every step, ripples spread across the ground, sending waves outward in ever-expanding circles. The earth falls into silence, leaving only the delicate sound of flowing water. Water seems to stream across the fawn’s body, rising and falling with the rhythm of its movement. Within the flowing currents, schools of fish glide in harmony, gradually merging into the water that forms the fawn, their forms slowly transforming until everything becomes one.

I am always searching for encounters that transcend the ordinary, glimpsing extraordinary landscapes through the cracks between reality and imagination. The legends and fleeting images that have no name or clear form feel like fragments recorded in a state between waking and dreaming. Through my eyes, the world becomes a place of strange and luminous colors, where the flow of life gathers into endless ripples.

To place oneself within this vision is to imagine what lies beyond the known. It is also the fertile ground from which mythology is born.