Skin

Trees do not wear cloaks to hide their rough bark or twisting forms. They feel no shame displaying gnarled branches, growing leaves, sharing with the world their blooming flowers and sweet fruit; no one’s eyes need be protected from the sight of bare trunks and twigs; the oldest, most contorted trees— these are the most beautiful, for their forms reveal grace under pressure. Outer bark tells stories of wind, rain, and time, describing the experience of each year-ring within. No innocence to be kept by hiding Nature’s creations, only a restriction of joy. The shapes and textures are varied and beautiful, not obscene, not vulgar, but cursive, perfect in their flaws, fitting perfectly into the world