Hold Me In Truth

I come to a complete stop and look up. My eyes slowly follow the aged, fluid lines of the trunk to the canopy above. I find both strength and fragility there—a holding fast and a surrendering. I return to the same trees day after day. Today I visit them in the early morning sunlight; tomorrow, beneath the muted white light of an overcast afternoon. Season after season, their quiet beauty steadies me, supporting me and holding me in truth.

This work emerges from these daily encounters. I delight in expressing the sensory impressions they leave behind. The tactile practice of folding, crumpling, shaping, and burning paper connects me to my immediate environment in much the same way that walking in the forest does. It is a process of paying attention through the body, engaging sight, touch, sound, and movement. Paper feels like the natural language for this exploration—responsive, resilient, and capable of
holding both gesture and memory.