As a child, I spent a lot of time playing in the woods. Troubled, socially awkward and shy, I found peace within the shade of the trees. I loved the trees, their bark, vines, leaves and roots. Sometimes, I would build tiny houses for my Star Wars figures around their roots, using surrounding moss for a roof and pebbles and clay for walls. Insect and bird song was my sound track.

My wooded sanctuary is now a sea of vinyl houses. I depicted Treehouse as as being uprooted and displaced to express my feelings of loss and sadness. She has a window looking out a blue sky, that are a combination of my memories of happiness and hope that we will still have forests to visit. Potentially destructive, the pileated woodpecker has made the choice to rest on the swing instead of pecking and making things worse.
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Treehouse

One thought on “Treehouse

  • January 15, 2017 at 8:14 pm
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    Beautiful….the story, the piece….amazing

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