When the lighthouse under the water shines into darkness of the night, there are pre-dawn lights. When letters and people mix in thunder, there are cells of first impressions.

The concept combines two things: magia naturalis and forms of human sensation.

When the light has a look, and the look has a spirit. The trees are embarrassing, but under the crowns you can take time to think and take a good look around, and then write down the confessions of the leaves. Not necessarily yellow.