TREE

TREDICI

ART

When the clock strikes 13, everything dies. Breathing slows, the glances freeze and bodies float.

In that emptiness, the music sounds louder and the threads are intertwined.

When the clock strikes 13, the time stops, and the water flows trough your fingers.

There arises Tree Tredici, in the threshold of death, where the new begins.

Ilustrations with technique markers on paper.

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