Description
In the highlands of Boyacá, a lone tree stands at the edge of a lichen-covered rise, suspended beneath a vast, star-washed sky.
A soft, directional light moves across the land, revealing texture slowly, deliberately, as if the landscape itself were breathing.
This image exists in the space between presence and absence, where nothing is happening, yet everything is held.
Not a moment of action, but of waiting.
Not darkness, but the threshold where light decides where to land.
Part of the Interstitium series, this work explores the quiet intervals where time loosens, and meaning gathers without announcement.



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