An urban breath suspended in black and white, where the cold metal of a building rises like a steel poem in a park against the sky. The staircases, a tangle of lines and shadows, seem to tell stories of ascents and descents, of invisible boundaries drawn by human hands.
 
Below, a small solitary cyclist crosses the scene, a fragile and fleeting figure carrying an echo of motion, a heartbeat of life at the core of an unyielding geometry. The brick wall, topped with barbed wire, marks a barrier between worlds, a murmur of unspoken distances.And yet, the bare branches framing the image seem to whisper promises of spring, a reminder of nature watching in silence—a witness to a landscape where industrial precision and the human soul meet, dancing between light and shadow.
 
 
 
 
 
I had a dream and I talked with a tree | Fine Art print | code LD060
© Loredana Denicola