6×4ft
Oil on Linen
A story goes about a tree, far beyond the bounds of humanity.
Here Lives a tree that few will be privileged to find, those who did relived the experience over again, perplexed and enlightened.
Some versions of the story said that on certain evenings in the late Summer, with the right lighting and proper intention, that if you asked a question to the lonely tree, soon after your question will be answered in a voice not of your own.
Many people had only seen the tree from the ridgeline of distant mountain crests, even still believed to hear whispers of its voice. As time progressed further, the tree slowly crossed its arms, not in defiance, but to give symbolism to its age and the grade of its knowledge.
It is the only wood within a week's walk, and has been tried by the axe of the needy.
To no avail, the tree gives only to those who wish on its downfall for the removal of a cold night, a long life of confusion.
Some say that this is no tree to befriend, that it is merely a mirage in the eyes of a weathered traveler, but there are still some that possess the seeds of the tree, planted in generations past without success of regeneration, lacking the pollination.
Many fantasize the valley was once a grove, others that it has always been this way.
There is no route to the truth of the tree, because the story changes with the seasons.
The most recent tale comes from the paintings of Olly.
With wildfire so destructive he felt as if no tree was untouchable from the flames of the summer wind. His journey was not to reminisce on the loss, but to capture the glory of what remains.
It seemed as though the tree had all it needed, besides accompaniment.
A painting is worth a thousand memories, interpretations can be indirect.
If you wish to find the whereabouts of the tree, after the ash of the burn has settled,
find Olly, he is the most current artist to find the sagacious tree.
6×4ft
Oil on Linen
A story goes about a tree, far beyond the bounds of humanity.
Here Lives a tree that few will be privileged to find, those who did relived the experience over again, perplexed and enlightened.
Some versions of the story said that on certain evenings in the late Summer, with the right lighting and proper intention, that if you asked a question to the lonely tree, soon after your question will be answered in a voice not of your own.
Many people had only seen the tree from the ridgeline of distant mountain crests, even still believed to hear whispers of its voice. As time progressed further, the tree slowly crossed its arms, not in defiance, but to give symbolism to its age and the grade of its knowledge.
It is the only wood within a week's walk, and has been tried by the axe of the needy.
To no avail, the tree gives only to those who wish on its downfall for the removal of a cold night, a long life of confusion.
Some say that this is no tree to befriend, that it is merely a mirage in the eyes of a weathered traveler, but there are still some that possess the seeds of the tree, planted in generations past without success of regeneration, lacking the pollination.
Many fantasize the valley was once a grove, others that it has always been this way.
There is no route to the truth of the tree, because the story changes with the seasons.
The most recent tale comes from the paintings of Olly.
With wildfire so destructive he felt as if no tree was untouchable from the flames of the summer wind. His journey was not to reminisce on the loss, but to capture the glory of what remains.
It seemed as though the tree had all it needed, besides accompaniment.
A painting is worth a thousand memories, interpretations can be indirect.
If you wish to find the whereabouts of the tree, after the ash of the burn has settled,
find Olly, he is the most current artist to find the sagacious tree.
