Contemplating by Vic Mastis  Image: One misty morning, I was going to a friends house to go for a boat rider later in the day.  Trees were barely visible as the sheet of moisture lay around them.  I thought about the trees as people who felt somewhat invisible to the world.  They are there but no one seems to see them for what they are.  This was the inspiration for this piece.
One misty morning, I was going to a friends house to go for a boat rider later in the day. Trees were barely visible as the sheet of moisture lay around them. I thought about the trees as people who felt somewhat invisible to the world. They are there but no one seems to see them for what they are. This was the inspiration for this piece.