zancanseasons

God-given light, comes down as a grace Glimmers of dew, and beauty, and warmth Glitter on faces, numb in gilded slumber We gorgeous fools behold our fate of fire

For we humans have come to a point where we think that, ultimately, our survival depends more on power sources than on nature.

Living pillars sometimes give voice to confused words.

On Nature’s resilience

A forest has stories to tell. About times that were, about times that will be.

But the Heart Shape, it emerged as an utterly meaningful gift from chance.

In antiquity, the column engraved with furrows represented the trunk of the tree, a homage to nature built to transcend the ephemeral of the living and an attempt to bind to the eternity of the things of the spirit.

The Seasons by Zancan

Summer

Autumn

Winter

Spring