Yoy
Medium: Watercolour on paper.
Size: 23.5×32cm
Translator of Their World
He is one of them.
He does not speak.
He does not guide.
He does not interfere.
His brow is shaped like a heart,
but more like an open gate—
receiving soft emotions from far-off places,
and all the words never said aloud.
Some tribes call him a connector.
Others say he is where the weather begins.
But he offers no explanation.
He simply stands there,
like a weather pattern yet to arrive,
like air tuning in to something unseen.
Medium: Watercolour on paper.
Size: 23.5×32cm
Translator of Their World
He is one of them.
He does not speak.
He does not guide.
He does not interfere.
His brow is shaped like a heart,
but more like an open gate—
receiving soft emotions from far-off places,
and all the words never said aloud.
Some tribes call him a connector.
Others say he is where the weather begins.
But he offers no explanation.
He simply stands there,
like a weather pattern yet to arrive,
like air tuning in to something unseen.
Medium: Watercolour on paper.
Size: 23.5×32cm
Translator of Their World
He is one of them.
He does not speak.
He does not guide.
He does not interfere.
His brow is shaped like a heart,
but more like an open gate—
receiving soft emotions from far-off places,
and all the words never said aloud.
Some tribes call him a connector.
Others say he is where the weather begins.
But he offers no explanation.
He simply stands there,
like a weather pattern yet to arrive,
like air tuning in to something unseen.