In a language we often do not understand, the trees exude messages. Their codes swirl in this work of art like a free energy from the trunk, they dance and drip on the ground. In this way, the trees ‘talk’ to each other, via leaves, bark and roots. An endless conversation with the birds, mosquitoes and mosses. Is drought coming, a cold winter, an early spring? Are they hoping for sun or a fresh shower? It may be code green tomorrow, but today it is code red.
