Suddenly, you find yourself in the middle of an almost empty place. A strange place. On a frozen lake, there're violins:
There's also a little house:
a lonely window:
and a lonely door:
The door is open, but it seems to be nothing if you enter. But there it is.
Hi... Anybody out there...?
I really feel small, small, small...
Back to the door... Will I come back to the frozen lake?
It seems not. This is a strange road.
There's a car at the end, with a tree floating in the air.
And the umbrella, acting like a tree.
There're also small objects with a constant in all of them: a tree. That tree.
I just love this place. It's like being inside a dream with the feeling of "how small I am" and wondering what has to do the tree with all of this. Only the author knows, I suppose.
The space between these trees (click to visit)