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.