Like a seed, as dead as a rock must spring forth to life - growing into and outwards. Similarly, a man must live - not just once but few lives in one lifetime, both inwards and outwards. Just like the seed that grows up into a tree that shelters all yet bears strong roots of its origin.
Capturing the most profoundly simple notion of everyday life where time stops a moment and a while. One must allude that these are the little things in life that are most precious to the human eye.
In a world of their own, A poem without words.
the artist has the perfect eye for important things that matter.