

A lattice of slender trunks rises like calligraphy over a saturated field of blues and greens, turning the forest into a trembling veil rather than a fixed place. Veins of coral and ember flare through the vertical rhythm, suggesting an inner heat—memory, season, or emotion—pushing against the cool tranquility beneath. The shallow, all-over space refuses a single viewpoint, inviting the eye to wander as if listening for a hush between branches, where nature feels less observed than intuited.







