|Skull K Howell 2013 Pastel on Paper 14cm x 21 cm|
I've watched this elder tree deteriorate over the last couple of years, but recently it was uprooted and broken apart. Unfortunate, but it did lead to some beautiful remnant shapes.
There's a curious feeling of enclosure in this bit of wood, even though it 's hollowed out and empty. A sense of inhabitation.
Funny that we have a skull to protect our brains and to keep our ears and eyes an optimal distance apart - basically, to enable accurate perceptions. But we can still fill our heads with nonsense in an instant. That makes me ridiculously happy.