Konstantin Matveev

Wounds of the Forest God. I love walking through the forest and observing the patterns on tree bark, listening to birdsong, watching the forest lines, the patches of color, and the shapes. But more and more often, I come across trash, dirt, and the clear negative impact of humans. In this photo, I combined a beautiful birch tree with the litter someone left not far from it. And to me, you can almost feel how this crimson wound on the body of the forest aches.