What first appeared to be a section of tree bark revealed a landscape filled
with movement. Twisting layers, shifting forms, and flowing textures evoked
the image of open plains crossed by running horses. As a witness to years of
growth and change, the tree became a metaphor for time itself, carrying the
traces of countless journeys within its surface.
What first appeared to be a section of tree bark revealed a landscape filled
with movement. Twisting layers, shifting forms, and flowing textures evoked
the image of open plains crossed by running horses. As a witness to years of
growth and change, the tree became a metaphor for time itself, carrying the
traces of countless journeys within its surface.
