A place to wander and explore. Anything found elsewhere eventually takes form here, resting as either a sole tree or one's textured bark.

Echoes of things far above, sometimes in flocks, and sometimes left to lead.

From entry to gone, the things heard wandering on the paths. Essays, poetry, speeches, and stories.

Flashes of things still, urged to movement. Intro graphics to films and videos, commercials, etc.

The statues, old, covered in moss and grime, cause notice with their still. Logos, book covers, layout, visual identities, advertising...

The lacing of light shining through the trees connects what would otherwise be separate.

Ink spread floating across the surface of the water dances with the vibrations in the air, creating a sort of music from what's ahead.

The colors of the forest seen from beneath an old and drying moss.  Charcoal, conte, graphite, oil on canvas, photography.