Kozo Fibres, Suspended in the Vat

I caught this just before the formation — the fibres drifting apart in the water, still finding their arrangement, neither sheet nor nothing yet. Shot from directly above, the vat becomes a kind of sky, pale and milky, with the individual strands catching the diffused light from the window above the couching table in Echizen. This is the moment I keep returning to: pure potential, before the mould even enters.