The Shape of the Invisible
Yana Northen • 25 August 2025
Capturing the Invisible
Today I watched the wind and gazed at clouds drifting into the distance.
How my hair lifted into the air, how the invisible touched me—and vanished.
I thought about time—how much it resembles the wind.
We cannot see it, we cannot hold it, yet it is always here: moving, touching, passing through us.
I decided to make the invisible visible.
Every breath of wind I captured with my camera.
A click—and the moment is preserved.
A click—and what has gone remains in memory.
A click—and I freeze the breath of time.
This series is about fluidity and brevity, about what will never return.
Every movement of air is like life, a thought, a touch: it exists, and in the same second, it is gone.
I recall my husband’s words: “I only believe in what I can see and touch with my hands.”
But there is wind, there is sound, there is love, there is time.
They are invisible, yet they exist.
We live inside this invisible.
These photographs are my way of touching it.
They are about time that slips away, about memory that preserves, about life that passes,
and about how even in the briefest breath of wind, there is eternity.
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