i sat by the window today and looked down at the painting i was working on. a tree. i looked over at the painting on the floor. a tree. over on the wall hangs an green tree with orange leaves set awkwardly unfinished on an overwhelming large canvas. Trees with rings, pen and ink. I recently tried to stop myself from taking pictures of trees altogether; I don't know that I've ever acknowledged this recurring subject matter. It seems typical, but its there; an obsession that found me.
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