Only Yanomami shamans can see the spirits that dance in the forest on massive mirrors that cascade from the sky.
Inside the forest, alive and present, there is much more than the waking human eye can conceive.
Amidst the dense vegetation, unexpected mirrors open paths to other dimensions, revealing trails unknown until then. A forest appears within a forest, within another, and another - proliferating a landscape that points towards an unknown infinity. The image is endless. The forest finds itself between frames, however, they are the opposite of closure: they open - generous – passages to other places that can be visited through dreams.
The forest, as reflections, thus expands.
We contemplate the landscape and the landscape contemplates us. The image within the image turns against and towards us; the forest imposes itself as our own reflection and destiny. Then, barriers between bodies and nature dissolve; and, through sight, we become a part of it.