I wish to become an ancient maple like the grande dames that stand like wise sentinels along Hapenny Road in Peacham Vermont. If this wish is impossible, I want to sink deep inside an opened trunk, squeeze next to an exposed maple heart or merge along a downed limb, mingling myself within this natural kinship. I recognize the knurls, and rough-hewn skin, in my own hands and face. I want to be inside them, paint them, and transform into a tree.

Paintings1Revised_Becoming-a-tree_8.5X14_oil-on-canvas_12.7Oil on canvas and Acrylic on canvas
Self-PortraitsBecoming a Tree 1_8x10 photo print_20148×10 photo prints
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