Andrea Gaspari rebuilds a new, strange and fanciful tree, piece by piece, starting with the trunk of a felled pine. He then fits sections of various other trees to the trunk, cutting and assembling the timber until it creates a mosaic of pieces that make up a presence which blends discretely with the pines along the trail. This is a tree lost in a dream, whose branches reach out unusually, tangling in spirals, curling and twisting in a way that reflects its own essence, carried away as it is by its own loving rapture. One of its branches stretches out in the act of offering a red rose: to another tree, to the wind, to the whole pine grove or to those wandering within it.