20/05/2026
波 nami · wave
There is a moment, just before the brush lifts,
where the ink is still moving — still deciding where it wants to go.
That is where I live.
Not in the stillness before.
Not in the mark left behind.
But in the motion itself.
波 holds that feeling.
The rise, the reach, the release.
Every wave returns to the sea.
Every breath returns to silence.
Every stroke returns to the hand that made it.
