

This stark monochrome drawing stages a solitary tree as both monument and witness, its trunk built from dense, insistent mark-making that feels like accumulated years pressed into bark. Branches splay outward like searching limbs, while the vast white ground becomes a charged silence, amplifying the sense of exposure and endurance. A dark hollow in the trunk reads as an inner chamber—part wound, part doorway—suggesting memory lodged within the body of nature. The contrast between thick, textured mass and fragile, wiry offshoots turns the image into a meditation on resilience: life persists, but never without its scars.