Press Release
My Garden came into existence from an inner excursion, and my trees emerged from a bed of fantasy and fall engraved on papers in a displaced manner. These are lonely and delusional trees in a cold and dark world which are in ceaseless attempt for the light and brightness_ as if they are standing asleep. Time and Place is identic there. No birth is among them, nor senility and death. My ideal garden is an endless fall reviving on a bare land and entertaining no wish for any spring anymore.
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