11 x 15 — The Intelligence (Contact Points)
Trees are time machines, record keepers, embedding in their annual growth layers all ionic activity from the environment. In their fibers and cellular activity, the cambium chamber weaves history as wood, as bones of the arboreal. For millions of years these organisms have extended their arms towards light and sky, erect, upright, we followed their lead. We walk under them. We breathe with them, one ever continual inhalation and exhalation in harmonized symbiosis. Our waste material, the weight of a breath, their gold, and in return, they unlock oxygen, build with carbon, and expelled, the air of our sustenance, in our red blood cells, this oxygen burns inside us. Winds of clean air, their sway, scrubbing our atmosphere, fueling our every cell.
