Daijiro Hama Japan, b. 1984
The clouds float, light, brushing against a sky of endless blue, Strokes of white stretch, creating waves of air suspended in the azure, A gentle breath passes through the sky, carrying the memory of a vanished moment, The horizon dissolves into a stillness that touches infinity, Here, each brushstroke is an echo, each shade a breath, In this boundless space, even the shadow of silence seems to move.