Images of dying trees silence words, making up for color. More than speaking with words, images speak. They tell a story of light, colour, pain, direction and path. In the images, amber prevails, symbol of sunset, autumn, death, end and beginning of something. However, there are also blues, which introduces the idea of hope and life.
Then, it could be deduced that, without words, the poetry of the images speaks to us of season, of the fleeting nature of life, of the fragile membrane that separates life and death, of the illusion of the senses that make us feel that there are colors that wrap themselves in time and dislocate it, presenting mistaken ideas about what begins, what ends; when in reality they are not excluding, because they are constantly contained and renewed.