Persistence

About this work

A silhouette rises, stripped of its green, offering its knotted limbs to the light. Here, the sap has stopped flowing to make way for memory. The dead wood no longer asks anything of the sky; it blends into a horizon of golden leaves, where every fragment becomes a relic. In this face‑to‑face between the organic that fades and the metal that remains, emptiness is no longer narrated as an absence, but as a majesty. The tree is no longer a promise of fruit; it has become an icon of persistence.

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