A lone tree in front of a single labyrinth. Branches intertwined and becoming one with the maze behind. Text forms the outer circle " we are travelling, wildly hoping to return to a familiar... lost and found without the joy of realization. our own labyrinth, growing and spinning...a silent tumult that takes us slowly back to our own direction.."
All words are my own and freely written on the canvas.
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