The Life Of A Tree

I struggled with layers and layers of wax and color.
Colors and textures kept changing like fields that go through seasons.
At the same time (without me knowing) my favorite neighborhood oak tree was condemned and is scheduled to be cut down.
I saw the sign today as I drove by the beautiful tree who was taken for granted.
Taped on a tree, it read: RIP beautiful tree.
I went up the studio, and finished this piece and dedicated it to the oak.
As one tree ends its life, another starts his…

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