Sistema Prensile (mano)

I had a tree that grew strong and vigorous. In the fall season I had to collect his leaves that fell to the ground. Despite being exposed to the north it was strong. Out of laziness I had begun to wear it before it lost its leaves ... I didn't like picking up the leaves on the ground they were small and annoying. I didn't notice and I don't know when I start to die in front of my eyes, it was like a hand reaching out to me asking me for help and I was doing nothing but cutting, cutting off those cut branches and that silent request, I didn't notice nothing until he died.
Sometimes it happens that we don't notice what people are communicating to us; we risk losing the true relationship, everything we do has an energy it is up to us to read these silent requests, sometimes desperate in the people we have near ... not being able to do so means that nothing remains.
Work made with wood colors with oil paints real casts with alginate and diplast casting, coating with polyester resins.