And here…

Sometimes…

Here every piece is special. Every piece is the best art ever.

Naturally.

Pieces growing from those parts of the woods which are called the past…

Pieces eating the past to be today…

Parts of nature, which are so unknown for me, not obvious…

Magical wombs…

Carrying this, what maybe for us is still impossible…

Unable to be explained…

Or maybe there is more?

So much more, that it can truly overwhelmed us?

TRULY.

I mean… if you can create/paint something like this… you can just finish. End. Move away… because there is such perfection in this part of the woods. There is a dream which came true and a wish which became one.

There is everything…

Birth and death and… they are so calming…

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