

Within a circular field that reads like a lens or a moonlit aperture, a forest of pale, interlaced trunks rises as a single breathing organismβat once sheltering and slightly forbidding. The velvety graphite darkness compresses around the luminous lattice, turning negative space into a quiet pressure that makes the grove feel suspended between emergence and erasure. Its symmetry suggests a mind seeking order, yet the tangled roots and thinning branches speak of interdependence: a communal body whose strength is also its vulnerability, glowing most intensely where it is most densely entangled.







