福井 悠

Haruka Fukui

Here is a tiny stone looks like a newborn baby’s nail.

I’m not sure what this sparkle means.The more I watch it, the less I can recognized it. Like losing in the forest.I feels like getting farther and farther.

 

There is certainly something inside,but I’m not  conscious of it.

 

To find out what it is ,It needs to be treated softly and carefully spun.

 

It’s like the moment before a honeybee flaps her wings, or the moment a crystal is about to appear in a saturated aqueous solution.

Such a  faint phenomenon which cann’t be  explained by words alone, suddenly appears in front of me with unfathomable feeling.

I keep my eyes on closely in order not to miss such kind of important moments.

 

I’d like to touch these faint  things through drawing pictures, and treasure these feelings.