From a picture to the imaginary

The witness

Capture the present moment by a snapshot, browse the lines and reliefs of the trunk, discover a face, silhouettes, and let the imagination guide the hand to draw a story, its history.

What story?

That of the lime tree, which, with time, has opened its lair, like a heart that grows, and proudly raises its branches towards the sky so that confidences fly away and secrets release.

In the cave of the four-year-old lime tree, they are there... in the grooves of the trunk, a face, the witness, the soul of the benevolent lime tree, and those who have loved each other. Forever registered.

And every year, he reversed and spread his soothing scent. The witness of Thusy, the memory and soul of the village.