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Human beings possess a remarkable ability to forge connections with the most unexpected elements.
A tree fallen, a heart broken, I thought.
The landscape evoked one of my earliest memories of climbing an apricot tree in our family garden.
Apricots, apples, plums, pears, cherries.
A row of luscious fruits divides the garden into mirrored halves.
Migration Season 2
Then, one morning, the mournful buzz of a chainsaw and tears.
Migration Season 3
After the storm, Ale wrote me a brief message about the tree falling.
Gathering the remaining branches, I proposed creating one more art piece, a cathartic act of letting go.
Ale agreed and we silently arranged the set.
The camera was clicking in a realm of complete silence, no words spared.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
