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The routes of our days and nights are shaped like a circle, complete and incomplete at the same time. Pulsating circles on the water disperse, leaving no trace, and never return. In the tree, the circles are slow and graceful, connected to each other forever.

Daryna Hladun's collection is a path to a rising point that passes through pain and memory, through broken ribs and chopped tree trunks. This is the only way to get to the heart and see the perfect circle of life.