A tree floats in a tilted world of uncertain balance, where it walks in search of its land. In another time it was a large tree with a leafy crown releasing the clearest oxygen, but now there is only the dry memory of its leaves and roots. The seed is a hope that only disappears with the thought of the last thinker. So she keeps looking for its land, its water and its light.” | Oil on canvas 2020 | Text: Vagner Vargas 2021.
