wind is a common language beyond countries and peoples, a breath of creation and a flowing life. They don't stay in one place, they open up a world we haven't seen before. I paused for a moment on the hill where the soft, fragile grass sang. And waiting for the wind of life. The earth and the sky were full of the breaths of life. Before I knew it, there was a calm breeze. I gave myself to the waves of the wind with joy. The world thrives and fills in the cycle of creation and extinction. Even though the sky was cloudy, rainy, and strong wind blew, the beauty was not lacking.
I regard nature not as an object of representation, but as a resonant field where creation and disappearance, presence and absence intersect. Rather than focusing on concrete subjects, I pay attention to flow, diffusion, silence, and traces of light. For me, photography is a form of visual contemplation that reveals the sensations of the inner self. Through the painterly quality of light, the abstraction of nature, and the contemplative space of emptiness, I seek to visualize the resonance of existence and the traces of invisible sensations.