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 don’t hinder my going, nor do they inquire after my activity.