Rivers and Tides -- Andy Goldsworthy
Black hole
She was a woman of my younger brother. Very young.
Picture of someone dying, Julie dying
A day after Julie died, I worked at the Tree, it seemed the right place.
I worked the hollow in the tree.
Looking into the dark hole often describe
Do you feel that you have drawn
But on the other side of it all It is growth.
This way trying to understand this ... not death only emptiness because the black space is emptiness
It is clear but combines it the tree that I know, it will live again.
And there is nothing stronger, than a black hole, which I did
I see how it slowly, gently spread throughout something.
A small sprig of life rising from the darkness.
It really strong image