Description

Gust is a quiet poem about the connection with nature and the invisible forces that move through life. At the center of the composition, a figure resembles both a human and a tree, as though grown out of the wind itself. Roots, like branches, intertwine within its body, holding it on the edge of a cliff, yet the lines remain as light as the breeze. There is no struggle here, only the sensation of a moment where earth and sky meet in harmony.

This image is more than a metaphor for a tree and a person—it’s a reflection of the delicate balance between stillness and motion. The figure’s branches gracefully yield to the wind, and in this movement, there’s a feeling of lightness, as if the gust doesn’t pull away but invites the figure to become part of something greater, to dissolve into the flow. The wind is not a force of destruction, but an artist shaping form, carrying it beyond the ordinary.

Gust is not a farewell to the earth, but a moment of complete unity with the world. It captures the lightness of flight, where the roots do not bind, but become part of the air, connecting everything in one seamless whole.