The Forest


Pencil on textured paper; 760mm W x 590mm H.

Where do you go to be still… to get away from reality and really look and listen; see and hear?
This is my place…here I find the tallest tree and look for new vistas to unfold from every branch. In every new vista lies the hope of a new beginning, not only for me, but for humanity.

Shipping size incl. packaging

Height (CM) = 74

Width / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 89

Depth / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 17

Weight = 7kg

1 in stock


‘I walk under tickling mist
of a morning drizzle
Healthy curtains of brown and green,
in vivid relief against the blue
Little rivulets meander
keeping paradise from going thirsty

Vague columns of mist
necklace the tall, blue mountain
rising like a looming cliff
Softly glowing silver creeper vines
entwine hedges
marking paths between
the swaying blackness of the trees

The flailing of the forest dies down;
a soft rustling,
and then stillness
Fingers of fading mist
swirl around the trees,
the sun lingers behind thinning clouds

The forest echoes;
a buzzing flutter of unseen wings
and the sound of water,
dripping from a thousand branches’


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