I painted this one last year and titled it “maternal in sync” a play on the term “maternal instinct” the bond between a mother and her child.
Maternal referencing both the earth in the form of the tree and the woman who gives birth.
In a ritual that I feel can not speak of, however still practiced, sees both maternal figures and their children becoming one, in sync.
These birthing trees are sacred and unfortunately are only seen as indigenous obstacles that need to be cut down to make life a little less inconvenient.
Century old trees, without any context should be appreciated and admired and ultimately left alone for their sheer size and beauty.
Let alone trees that are 800 years old and remain the birth place of thousands of children. “Leave me the fuck alone.” - Tree.
and take a glance at the fancy ants.