I did not know such a redwood grove existed so close to my home. In summer, it becomes a cool refuge for children. During camp, they gather fallen branches and build small tipis for play. After they leave, these fragile structures are quietly dismantled—by nature or by the next group of children.
This painting reflects these fleeting shelters and the quiet traces of time they leave behind.
I did not know such a redwood grove existed so close to my home. In summer, it becomes a cool refuge for children. During camp, they gather fallen branches and build small tipis for play. After they leave, these fragile structures are quietly dismantled—by nature or by the next group of children.
This painting reflects these fleeting shelters and the quiet traces of time they leave behind.