Cry me a river
“i still protest. my silent way. for cutting trees i cry all day. i feel the cut right through my waist. now i am two. i fell misplaced. i plant the seed and watch it grow. i wait in silence, like the snow. and in my mind i see it all, the future is right through that pink door. step into my world for just a sec. this is the reality check. you too are just a slice of tree, look at your fingertip for me.” Târgu Jiu, Romania, for Strad'Art festival 2022