So, these are my trees...I dream about them...or at least an increasing number of my dreams are set amongst them. They are sometimes peacefully bathed in afternoon sun, sometimes moon-drenched and menacing. Sometimes I know my way between the trees instictively and sometimes I am utterly lost or trapped. They can protect and obscure me from the monsters at my heels or they can trip me and get in my way depending on the mood of the dream...and they sneak out into my art from time to time, especially when I'm given a blank sketchbook entitled "A path through the trees".
I don't dream of the red path...perhaps it's there so I can find my way back.