A close-up of a natural composition. Restricted color palette and delicate lines.

The rusted metal grips the teal walls, clamps them down and spreads like a parasite. Age is inescapable. The scars are permanent. Nobody will rebuild this place. Nobody will paint it anew. The only path to freedom is disintegration.

Ruffled snow and emerging life.

Urban serenity, or life despite the concrete.