Trees Ballet

My dad often took us kids on never ending car rides around the mountains, I remember the feeling of sickness sometimes going to the very top, all the incessant hairpin turns… But after a while the whole thing became a hypnotic journey just looking out the window, from this moving prison, the view was a ballet of trees sometimes interrupted by abrupt peaks.

In this series, I try to replicate an atypical communion with nature, constantly on the move.

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