Her fragile branches, curved like a giant embrace, beckon you in. She invites you to become apart of her mystery. You approach, unsure, unsteady. She, sensing your presence, begins to reads the rhythms of your body, illuminating her blossoms to the beat of your heart. Her branches are ventricles, the lights synapses, the sound your sound echoing your own electricty, pulsing low and resonant from deep within. It's not everyday you'll meet a robotic tree.

Still photography by Tom Stio.

Still photography by Tom Stio.