These works never came to fruition (pun intended). I was heavily influenced by the natural beauty and elegance of nature- specifically trees. The way the bark patterns traveled, how the light pierced through the canopy. Hopefully one day, I can finally come back to these pieces and try to get them to a point where abandonment becomes necessary rather than myself having to change direction for a while.
by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair:
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.