This work refers to a cherry tree planted at my birth in the garden of my grandparents' house. This tree has accompanied me throughout my childhood, however, there exists no picture of it. All that remains are my vague memories creating a film of fragmented images, joining these moments that I experienced watching television hypnotically for hours until the snow invaded the screen.
These memories linked to living in my grandparent's house, ranging from exploring nature and laziness, are real events that, however, overlap and blur over time and eventually fade slowly.