After a visit home to be with Dad after my Mom’s death, I had this image in my head which inspired this series. I imagined being in my parent’s backyard with Mom and everyone who loves me. We were in a big circle around her fire pit burning off the bad memories. It felt so good and supportive. The people in my circle became the trees I create. All the trees, my healing tribe in one circle. Encircling me in support and witnessing the fire in the middle. Art has been the light that guides me on my healing journey. The trees document my journey. I am the trees - battered, rejoicing, and supported. I can continue to grow.

From this large grove of trees grew all the individual trees I create. I joke that I am making my own forest, perhaps I am.