Under the layers of radiant light
there are deep roots of melancholia
 
diptyque, 2020

The photographs document my entry into the hollow of the tree.
It is a portal to the inside. In the hollow of the tree you can feel the decaying bark, the darkness, it gives us its immediate proximity. I remained in the tree and then went out, back into the land.

Can we understand the tree? Empathize with it? Grasp its being?