Everything started with one small mountain behind my house.

 

One day, when I went there, I saw a lot of trees had been cut down and were lying on the ground. I decided to keep a record of this so I photographed and sketched the stumps and fallen trees. Some time later, many things around the mountain started to connect to each other and expand in my mind: trees, death, breath, day and night, the moon, gravity, rhythm… 

 

I want the tree stumps to be reborn and free themselves from gravity. And what about the moon? It might want to free itself from the earth as well. I simply imagine that everything escapes from gravity. But the dream ends and everything returns to as it was.

 

Life is born and dies, sleeps and dreams. 

And morning comes.