Or A treehouse made of our dreams and bones, a pear tree that wouldn’t bear fruit for a while
Relief monoprint from found wood
117.5cm x 200cm unframed
2021
Dreams in which the land is soft and ruddy, ready for our footprints. Remembering the golden hour throughout the years, I dive into the pond. When I emerge, I’m lost, and there’s no one to guide me home except the old oak.