光影承載著時間的刻痕，為何如此迷人？我們的心中是否都有殘缺，而得以在破碎的光與暗之間，找到自己孤獨的安身之地？
反思內省，在無盡的疑問中，畫筆找到了對應的語言。但事實是，那份本質從來沒有消失，我們只是被洪流淹沒，找不回自己的根。需要逆流回溯，直到生命的水波永不再被動搖。
生命如果是一首詩，你是否願意寫下並與世界分享？
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The traces of time carried by light and shadow — why are they so enchanting? Perhaps each of our hearts bears a fragment of imperfection, allowing us to find a quiet refuge amid the broken interplay of flame and darkness.
Through reflection and introspection, the brush finds its own language within endless questions. Yet in truth, that essence has never vanished — we’ve merely been swept away by the current, unable to rediscover our roots. We must swim against the flow, tracing backward until the ripples of life are no longer disturbed.
If life were a poem, would you be willing to write it down — and share it with the world?
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aamunkajo: a moment of hope
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TIME’S FRAGMENTS / 375x295mm / 2025 / soft pastel
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2026 Calendar, February (link in bio)
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