A dully dyed cloth in the woods, stretched as a connective texture between the trees. The contours of two naked, pregnant bodies that come into contact with just that materiality — first in the midst of the empty black space, then in the nature surrounding them — leaning on the tree, rubbing together palms of hands and bodies. A tapestry of piano keys and vocals appends itself as an expression of this phase of life in the in-between.
