A majestic, blackened tree greets me each time I approach my home. Its charred surface glistens in the sunlight, and sinks into the misty fog. The giant flame that transformed this tree robbed it of its color, but forced the release of its abundant and generative seeds. The only way to cope with the death of this tree is to now call it beautiful. That’s when the birds return to color the sky blue again.

Mounted in white wood frame (no acrylic)