I dreamt of afternoons in the forest.
I dreamt of afternoons in the forest. is a series of a portrait of a tree, documenting its existence over the course of a year. I first discovered her during the harsh winter of 2017 in Plymouth whilst walking through a local cemetery and have returned to visit many times. Following my absences, I arrive to find an assortment of inanimate objects appearing and disappearing around her. The tree is a female; a friend and a confidante, I talk to. There are 21 images in total.
Hello tree, my good friend...
I talk to my tree. I tell her my life, my thoughts, my troubles, my passions and the enduring love for my daughters. She listens. I sense she hears me as she stands there silent and peaceful, occasionally a gentle breeze will rustle her tender branches, surviving, almost flourishing, despite her displacement, unfamiliar environment and circumstances. Although I think I understand her, there is something more, something deeper and something much more intangible to her I cannot grasp nor understand. Maybe she is me, I am she or perhaps she is a divine being. Yet I feel strangely comforted, at peace here in her presence and connected to this little secluded corner in the graveyard.