The wind has always been a silent companion, ever-present, ever-moving, stirring the world into motion. It is the breath of life, a force that transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. For me, the wind is like a car speeding down an open road, like a newspaper lifted into the air, its pages dancing as if suddenly alive. I see cherry blossom trees swaying until they surrender, releasing their petals in a delicate cascade. Through my lens – an analogue camera with a special touch – I’ve sought to capture this elusive force. The images are imbued with a blur, a whisper of motion that hints at the wind’s invisible hand. We may never truly capture the wind, but in these moments, I’ve tried to trace its always moving essence.

by Lilly Patricija