Toki no Hamon -Ripples of Time-
My mysterious dream
That does not exist
It is a part of imaginary world
Somehow it expresses my thoughts
Then, reborn as a new life.
The sensitive views in my dream are like ripples spread across the water by a pebble
But, the tiny memory ripples are overlapped with other ripples
That drag new memory out, then release new ray.
I scooped the shine gently, gazed for a while
This is the poetic picture.
animation：岡田昭憲 akinori okada