Who are we, what holds us, what do we perceive? The moment, only the moment...
A visual response to the scarf holding our stories.
A response to the trees allowing us to climb their bodies.
A response to the smell and the light of the wood.
A response to our energies of the moment, our soul merging, our bodies connecting without a touch.
A story by Aneta Sebestova and Solene Riff.
