Trees

Its been quite a while.
Things got overwhelming. I don't need to go into it. Art stopped.
Slowly it's coming back.
The trees in my garden helped

At the bottom of my garden is a graveyard.

In the graveyard are two beautiful trees.

I watch the seasons pass, the life within, and they comfort me.

So I drew the trees. And I sewed the trees

And the bark began to fascinate me, knarly, skin, protection, mask

So I drew the bark

And I drew some more

This guy joined my family

And today the tree looks like this

Time passes.