Art: 2010

I’m not sure I understand the way that light falls through trees. When the wind blows the leaves shiver and shake, as if any second the whole thing is going to fly away, ripping its roots out of the ground and fluttering off to some new place. There is an energy there. But the light! The light gets filtered, reshaped somehow. It too quivers with the energy of the breeze, but the shadows on the ground will never seem as alive as the physical object itself. And isn’t it strange how the fullest, liveliest of trees must cast the darkest shadows?

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