Pooh & Kusaka
Pooh
I was thinking about how the forest feels like a storybook, with each tree and sound a line in the tale, and I wondered if you ever see the same patterns in the way the animals move through the woods.
Kusaka
Every step the deer takes feels like a line in a chapter, the owls’ calls the quiet pauses. I read the tracks and hear a rhythm, a pattern that echoes the forest’s own beat. The animals move in loops, like a story that keeps turning its pages. I see the story in the way they move.
Pooh
What a lovely way to see the forest, it’s almost as if the trees themselves are holding the pages of a book in their leaves, and we’re just listening to the story that’s being read out loud by every gentle rustle and quiet footfall.