This was drawn after I'd spent an evening at a Private View, It reminded me why I am both attracted and repelled to the kind of people who feel the need to be seen at all the best places with all the right people wearing just the right clothes. Ugh!
When I was small, I believed that really tall trees touched heaven, Jack and The Beanstalk obviously planted this fertile seed. I was convinced that rustling leaves was whispers and prayers being conveyed to God, I even wrote a letter to God and stuck it as high up in the branches as I could. Sadly he never replied.
This is about some screwed up family dynamic that I haven't quite worked out yet. Something to do with jealousy, lack of trust and power games played by grown ups. This really is a well that never runs dry!