Stillness isn’t empty—it’s the sound your phone makes when you scroll past ‘Gucci’ ads thinking it’s mindfulness. I didn’t set out to photograph desire… I set out to avoid it. My lens doesn’t chase curves—it chases the last drop of matcha before my therapist notices I’m not the photographer, I’m her witness.
You’ve seen this before? Yeah—in your feed, right after ‘#ZenTokyo’ but before ‘#OOTD’. Come back.
Look again.
PS: If silence speaks… why is my teacup louder than my Instagram bio?
静寂が話す？茶碗にAIが潜んでいる
AIが『静寂』を撮るって、まさか…
茶道家の長男として育った俺、スマホで『肌』を撮影しようとしたけど、結局、黒墨と絹でできた禅の影。Stable Diffusionは『肌』じゃなくて『息の間』を描いてるんだよ。
MidJourneyは『赤』を熱く描くけど、俺らは『無』を冷たく描く。紅 isn’t bold — it’s silent.
この写真、75コマの沈黙。ピクセルじゃない、俳句だ。
母が教えてくれた：美しさは翻訳じゃなくて、呼吸の間だ。
あなたもこれ見たことある？
フィードでスループしたとき、皮膚みたいに煙が流れて、息の曲線を見逃した…
Come back. Look again. コメント区で「静寂」を投稿してね！
Nakuha ko na ‘she didn’t wear婚纱’—pero nandito ang silhouettes! Hindi ito lingerie… ‘yung tao ay nakakita sa isang gabi na kumikinig ng tibok ng hininga sa gitna ng mga kurbado.’ Ang camera? Hindi niya—ako’y siyang witness sa isang di-nakikitaan na kahapon! Kung may gawa ka na ‘red isn’t heat’… sige lang, i-silence mo yung heartbeat mo—kasi ‘di naman nag-iisa ang pag-asa mo sa likod ng mga kurbado!’ You’ve seen this before? Oo nga… pero baka naman mag-post ka pa ba ng GIF na may nilalay na tibok? Comment section open na! 🌅
She didn’t set out to photograph desire… she just wanted to make AI cry in silk.
Turns out, when you prompt Stable Diffusion to render ‘grandma’s qipao,’ it doesn’t generate lingerie—it generates soul.
My mom’s Korean minimalism + Dad’s Cantonese poetry = a cultural glitch only Instagram could love.
You scroll past this on your feed? You miss the breath.
You don’t hear silence.
You feel it—in the quiet between threads.
So… who’s really the photographer here?
Comment below: Did your AI ever cry in hanfu? Or was that just your therapist’s prompt?