I like these bone-white trees by Elaine Leigh. They suggest bodies, rivers, limbs, less trees the longer I look.
What the artist sees:
these
trees, like the ladies of Avignon,
shamelessly
flaunting themselves,
streaming
earth to heaven,
arms
thrown upward, presenting so fiercely.
In
their assemblage, formidable, fearsome,
the
usual meaning is altered,
(a
shared purpose outside today’s understanding),
their
collective nakedness guarding some primeval dogma.
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