To grasp the unintentional beauty of the day fading away, the one escaping the desire of creation. To suspend the hour where mysteries of the night rise up. To tame the shadows, to give them life while trees come closer, conversing in the darkness. To celebrate the last glimmers of the dazzling daylight and to acknowledge the short moment of uncertainty.
These are the phew instants sheltering the rise of the visible world, intact and glorious colors, before everything fades away and becomes lost. The perfect moment where trees, dissolving and devoured in their environment offer a trace of their disappearance. When the earth and its works of art are narrated, those of the passing time, with the vanishing of reality that has absorbed itself in a world that becomes a dream.
