George Jagunov
Ice Age
A cyclical fusion between flintstone, water, mosses and plants. It's a contemplative connection between human psyche and primal nature.
The wanderer: As a child I played a game I called "Indians" or "Scouts". I would slowly move through the forest. Alone, alert and silent. Searching for traces. Traces of the unknown and of the unseen. In a way much of my art now is the same game, taken to a different level.