48"W x 48"H x 1.5"D
Electric fireflies of spectral energy schuss through tree trunk chicanes. They do all night, and maybe in the daytime. We just can’t see them, but they haunt the forest like feverish Star Wars micro wilderness machines. I don’t think it’s a chase. They’re just having fun. And they’re the life of the sylvan forest of the Pacific Northwest. I do like a pun, and my imagination is pretty vivid. You don’t have to visualize this, because Sylvan Chi shows you exactly what these little sparks of Chi do.
Sylvan Chi arrives prewired and ready to hang.