The tree has an essential place in my projects. From it’s foot to its upper reaches, they are the caretakers of life on so many levels.
Entering the dense Jungle I am drawn into another world. A world not mine, where I’m neither seen nor heard. The forest carries something deep in its inner nature, hidden far underneath the superficial struggle of the roots and branches. Touching textiles, I feel the texture and surface of the forest. Mud pools twinkle and rays of sunshine wriggle through the foliage, throwing fragments of glittering silver on deep blacks. Bumps and holes, painted in dark hues where the water runs, glistening shapes, the sensual ways in which roots, leaves and rocks find each other, in a playful dance.