Melancholy

A land forgotten by time, where wood cracks in silence and dried thistles retain their silhouette under a heavy sky.

Here, nothing is rushed. Everything slowly acquires a patina. The roughly sculpted shapes, the rust, and the green altered by the years are not imperfections, but the imprints of memories imprisoned in the material.

Sometimes, with just a glance, a wave of nostalgia resurfaces. An emotion that needs neither words nor explanations. It is simply felt, like an ancient coolness floating in the air, like a step back through time, toward a once-loved place that can now only be revisited in thought.