The wooden elements placed sequentially are remains making up a huge face emerging from the earth. Wedged between inside and out, suspended between past and present, they seem ancient ruins that the earth has once again allowed to prosper and that nature wishes to re-appropriate. While grasses grow from its cracks and small animals hide here and there, this great face waits for the rays of the sun and drops of rain.

And while its eyes observe the movement of the clouds in the sky and its ears listen to the pulsing of the earth, whispered words come from its mouth, telling age-old stories of the wary giants, ancient warriors and forgotten deities who once dwelt in the pine forest.