As
an individual in a crowd, or a tree in a forest, we don't exist in isolation.
Where as our window on the universe is often mislaid in survival living, sympathetic wooden sculptures remind us through the tree of the larger spheres of life.
Lost in the forest, as a child exploring, small hands, rough, smooth, roots to leaves, marvellous bark. Cut to the radial life written in rings, grain and texture, knots and whirls of colour, randomly pleasing.
Shaping and turning, exploring the text, expressing the presence of this life, the grace, strength and beauty.Presenting these pieces as our reminder of the rewards of slowing down to seasonal pace, of enjoying time out, bring the forest home.
