Trees have been a symbol of expression in my art since living in Japan at the turn of the century. Alone in my small apartment with no TV I sat on a futon on the ground and dreamed, my eyes playing with the monochromatic painting of a pine tree on my wall, the only decoration in the entire two rooms.
I choose the tree when I feel my core as a trunk, my energy as the branches and leaves, and my footing rooting into the earth. Trees are a dichotomy of strength and flexibility. The trunk is strong, curvy, twisted, gnarled, knotted and solid, growing slowly each year. The branches and leaves move playfully, the sunlight, weather and seasons changing their characteristics in moments. The roots are grounded and nourished by the earth and decomposition of the world around them.
Here is my latest tree.
I choose the tree when I feel my core as a trunk, my energy as the branches and leaves, and my footing rooting into the earth. Trees are a dichotomy of strength and flexibility. The trunk is strong, curvy, twisted, gnarled, knotted and solid, growing slowly each year. The branches and leaves move playfully, the sunlight, weather and seasons changing their characteristics in moments. The roots are grounded and nourished by the earth and decomposition of the world around them.
Here is my latest tree.
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