It’s alone, but it’s mighty strong. Storms make it shiver and shake, but its roots go deep, and it holds to the ground. It testifies it glorifies, the designer of its girth. The birds and critters affirm it’s worth and it makes a home when they’re giving birth. It’s alone, but it’s mighty strong.
I love the movement in this piece. It was created with movement; wrinkly paper painted with broad strokes, ripped pieces of loose burlap, dryer sheets stretched and torn, laid down with sticky glue and precious, brittle, botanicals. It’s a moody piece but it makes me happy.
