Why is it that the wind cannot be seen? We only know it through the things it moves. The trees bending, the dust lifted, the skin touched. But it hides.
What if we could see it? Would it still feel like freedom, or would it become just another object, heavy and de- fined? Maybe the beauty of the wind is that it refuses shape, that it insists on being presence without image.
Year: 2022 Medium: Generative digital artwork Digital dimensions: 5000 X 5000 px, JPG (Original PNG available upon collector’s request)
This is an original work created by Iskra Velitchkova.
