Processing with trees
Abandoning the studio and theater space.
Turning to nature.
Listening to trees.
Metamorphosing into stone.
Following the ever curving
and undulating.
Slipping on ice,
stumbling on stones,
sliding in snow.
Lying in heather
rain on my face.
Burned out
from modern
life.
People
soaking in the sun. … More Processing with trees