Now I walkinto a kindofwouldalwaysfeelthat I'm enteringinto a differentpatternoftimeorsomething.
It's likethewaylightischoppedupbytheleavesofitfeelslikethemomentitselfiskindofchoppedup a littlebitandlotsofdifferentmomentsarealmostheldwithintheenvelopeofthatlittleforest.
Sowe'rehopingthatbyplanting a treewewillbenefittheearthanditwillpreserveitforfuturegenerations.
If a muslimplants, a treeand a birdananimalor a childbenefitfromit, thenitwillbeclassedas a child.
Peopleactandit's anactthatdoesn't stop.
Itcancarryoneventillthehereafter I suppose I connecttreeswithmemoryreallyandwithwithtimeandmaybeevenlearninglearningabouttime, youknow, a isforapple a's verycorn.
Andshouldanartistcontinuehispracticewithoutreferringtonature, hemustsoonform a manner.
Andthat's what I wasfindingwashappeningwithmywork.
I waslikeactuallymyworkisbecomingincrediblymanneredandso I wentintothemiddleoftherainforestanddid a residencyinthejungleand I didn't intendonitbecomingthe, youknow, thewholerestofmypractice, wellnotforever, butupuntilnow.
Andjustfellinlovewiththeselandscapes.
And I camehomeandafterbeinginthisplacewheremyeyeswerecompletelyopenedtolike, youknow, thetwistsofthebranchesandthecurlsandtheleaves.
Andwhen I waslookingatmyownlandscapeandallthesewoodlandsaroundme, itwaslike I waslookingatthemforthefirsttime.
Thinlyplottedasmytreethefarendofourthinninggardenin a bordershapetowaverlike a child's drawingof C It's clockhanded.
Why?
Wherethetrunkpartedways?
A firstrungthatevenjustturnedseven.
I stepontointotheabovethiswobblyearthaboveearthwordlessly.
I knewthen I'd laterbegunlikepossiblymytreehousefromthatborderandmyattentiondividedthinlyasthelightoristhattimethroughthegreengrayspace I wassittinginas I reachedupfor a branchorisitbalanceorvantageonthistentativelevel?