When I walk through the forest, most trees stand quite straight. I’m drawn to the odd ones out. Don’t get me wrong, the atmosphere created by a group of trees or the vegetation as a whole can also speak. But on this day I got compelled to paint this curved tree, as I had actually painted it before. I’m turning around 360 degrees, and this tree is the only one that has such a curvature, also it seems older and larger.
It stands beside an open space, almost like it’s on the lookout. There’s something about it that resembles a human pose, pointing the way. As if it is caught in the middle of a move. And, it made me wonder, how come, among all the other trees, this tree is shaped this way? Is it the result of biological triggers, abnormalities on a genetic or cellular level, making it turn the way it does? Is it the result of an event that happened earlier in its youth? Or, was it isolated as a young tree? Trees are known to interact with other trees through their roots as a form of communication. Was this one devoid of it?
And, right now I am standing in front of it, catching it mid-action. On the move.
