Práce ateliérů ZAN
Through the forest, around the pond he wanders. On a pier, sailor took a rest. Strangely, no other ships were on the water. Just one ship with no rudder, Hiding a mystery right under. Inside he has his peace, having all he needs, he is only there to dream, through the glass spheres. Apiatry on water is not so often seen. Do bees know they live on a submarine?