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She found this time of the year compelling and beautiful, actually. Preet listens to the leaves fall from their boughs as she hears the pulse, pulse, pulse form a rhythm that compels her to move her extremities. The rhythmic sound excites her and she’s captured in the moment. This physiological drought creates an internal trigger in her trunk during this season. The flowers and petals involuntarily fall to the earth. When they touch the earth’s surface, it nourishes the soil.
As she becomes more absorbed in this moment she begins to realize that something’s not right. At that moment she opens her eyes and sees Violet.
PULSE / Gouache, Graphite / 5.5″ x 4″