I want to begin by saying
I did not set out to paint trees.
But paintings are a bit like children:
They have minds of their own,
And sometimes their intentions
Don’t match ours, forcing us
To open our hearts to the wider possibilities
In search of a response that will result
In a fruitful combination; a pairing
That will take us someplace altogether new,
And yet, somehow, familiar...
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