34 1/4 x 54 1/4 Watercolor and acrylic on paper
In the beginning we were symbiotic. We were the definition of anastomosis. A cross connection between adjacent channels, tubes, fibers. We were other parts of the network of trees and we listened. But now, as we have closed ourselves off to the forest there is despair and decimation and still the trees are steady reaching out silently, raising their limbs calling us back to salvation and ourselves.
We are the product of exploding stars seeding the universe with life, creating our Earth, its trees, its insects, its animals, its flora, the world marked by beauty or hopeless devastation, its arms reaching out, pleading to the heavens for anastomosis, to be reconnected to its source despite its divergent branches, so that we may heal.