You have the right to work, but never to the fruit of work. BG 2:47





















Passage (2025), PAR PERFORMANCE ART ROME , RAW #10, Via Vetulonia, Rome IT
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.
William Blake, 1799
A funeral rite for a tree, a living being.
Art, culture, and rituals are distinctly human, a whisper of the soul trying to capture and give meaning to the infinite within fleeting time.
The tree, a patient teacher, moves at its ancient pace, indifferent both to our tender care and to our cruel neglect.
The tree dances in the breath of the wind, pulses in the flow of time, without desires or regrets, telling the eternal story of life that continues beyond our efforts and forgetfulness.
Photo 1, 7, Francesca di Ciaula
Photo 2, 10, Mahshid Mussavi
Photo 3, 4, 5, 8, 11, 12, 13, 14, 17, 19, 21 Dylan Rees
Photo 6 Paola Fatelli
Photo 9, 15, 16, 18, 20 Ysabel Dehais