lately I’ve been under the spell of trees. I can spend hours bathed in trees, photographing trees, bearing witness to trees. the photos below are from an almost-spring week in berlin, and a sun-filled day in a forest nearby.
I’ve been thinking about the form and vessel of trees — the architecture of trees — as a metaphor for the life and creations of an artist. I’ve been thinking about art — my body of work, what is a book, what art will truly satisfy me — while staring at trees.
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