Trees came first. Fluid, forgiving, naturally flowing…
The beech tree above the cave in Roslin Glen, near Edinburgh.Large, gnarly tough-looking tree, made from a few different sorts of wire – the spiral bindings from note-books, stripped out of paper lampshades, the armouring on underground power cable, etc.
That split is stable now.Other side.The driftwood stands very nicey.Very nice, round proportions. This tree has now gone to live in New York.There was a nice perch for a small dragon there, but I resisted that temptation and left this one simply tree.very small tree, elegantly suiting one mussel shell, as if it were a classic desert island.
