Description
A piece of earth forgotten by time, where wood cracks in silence and dried thistles hold their shape beneath a heavy sky.
Nothing is in a hurry. Everything slowly gathers a patina. The roughly carved form, the rust, and the green weathered by the passing years are not flaws, but traces of memories that have remained there, caught within the material itself.
Sometimes, in a single glance, a shadow of longing rises to the surface. A feeling that needs neither words nor explanation. It is simply felt, like an old coolness in the air, like a step taken backwards through time, toward a beloved place you can no longer return to except in thought.
