Description
Under the blanket of snow, lymph, like water, continues to flow deep inside.
Rooting in my imagination: The nervous system, the circulatory system with veins and arteries and the lymphatic system are trees in my head.
Each tree-system travels across a season.
The four seasons coexist in my head and each of them give me a certain feeling.
They are my portals to pass through what cannot be seen and make it visible.