The Tree in Winter
acrylic, digital imaging, ink, handmade paper, 2007
78 x 60 cm
father, bring me back a tree branch--the first
twig that brushes against your hat when you turn forward home
from the Tales retold by the Brothers Grimm
eomeoni,
I asked for the branch, and for the fish, too, and the family
gave me what I wanted. They believe my visits to the forest and
my work behind the dovecote are retreats away from their drudgery
into the realm of imagination. How different are science and art?
But they dont hinder my going, nor do they inquire after
my activity.
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