This image arose from movement—not as a depiction of a forest, but as a condensation of a moment. The trees lose their individual form and become lines, traces, a network that forms around a bright center. This center is not a place, but a state: a pause between control and letting go.
The overlapping structures create a tension between chaos and rhythm. What initially appears to be disorder follows an inner logic. The lines push, circle, retreat – as if they were breathing. The gaze finds no firm footing and yet is repeatedly drawn back to the center.
I am less interested in the motif than in perception itself: how does reality change through movement, repetition, condensation? The image is not a document, but a visual echo—an invitation to lose oneself and at the same time reorient oneself.
Between light and dark, near and far, a space emerges that remains open to one's own associations.
