His roots reached to his ancestors. They spoke in tongues laced with rich symbolism and musical tones that chimed deep into the earth. His trunk was a ladder to climb to the sun. His branches reached out to the horizon in a cross formation that balanced nature with space and time. His leaves fell in patterns that carpeted the forest for insects and birds to feed and then turned to mulch to nuture sprouts to grow. One day someone cut him down… sawed off his trunk at the base.
It was a beautiful house.
But there were always problems on one side of the structure. It finally collapsed.
The owner was made aware by a Mayan gardener that he had broken the heart of the tree.
Once the heart was found and honored the building stopped having problems.
It became a castle.
“Heart of a Tree” is acrylic on Tvek paper 24×36 in.