Studio Musings
Shrine 4 – A Time to Shed
Dear Reader,
During my morning walks I see the trees shedding their bark. Tall eucalypts, strings of twisting, curling bark, tumbling into dry piles at the tree base. I’m moved by the sense of falling. The dangling bark. The slumping broken piles. The way they curl and crack whilst drying, no longer channeling nutrients to nourish leaves. Purpose finished, fall and slump.