The in-between of time… this instant is already becoming the next, and that becoming is what we name Now...000

This instant is already becoming the next, and that becoming is what we name Now.

In the Interstice Between Consciousness and Chaos.
and
Where the Seen and the Unseen Embrace.

Almost within reach, yet never quite touched—
In the in-between where contours brush against each other,
something wordless quietly breathes.

In that moment when light turns into shadow,
In that space where time overlaps and unravels,
Between you and me,
and within the spaces inside myself—

In the interstice between certainty and uncertainty,
there dwells a feeling beyond naming.

“Ahahi” is neither a beginning nor an end;
it merely, gently sways.

It appears only when you gaze upon it,
and yet
it can only truly emerge when you overlook it.

That is something only you can see.

The Awai series is a pursuit of the infinite chromatic possibilities contained within ink.
Here, I work solely with ink blended in my own way.

No pigments, no agents to bleach out white.
I do not draw in white, nor do I scrape the surface to reveal it.
I only repeat, again and again, the act of black through ink.

First, I draw the motif in ink, then I saturate the entire paper with the color of ink. I wait quietly as it dries. In time, as the surface settles, only the motif begins to emerge with a different expression.
What arises there is an awai—an in-between that rises beyond my intention.

Writing, staining, drying.
These three gestures each occur only once; never again in the same form.
It is this threefold singularity that grants the work its unrepeatable presence.

Awai is the faint trembling that drifts between one boundary and another.
It is where “being” and “non-being” breathe at once, where certainty and uncertainty overlap.
The black of ink embraces that contradiction, rendering visible the awai, as though to remind us that all is the in-between of being and being.

For me, this practice is proof that the awai ceaselessly endures as a shimmering presence.
By entrusting myself to a generation beyond control, the subtle presence of the “interval”—so easily overlooked—appears for an instant before my eyes.
To witness that instant is, I believe, to behold the now within eternity.
The in-between of time… this instant is already becoming the next, and that becoming is what we name Now.