ABOUT THE ENCODED SERIES
The words we choose and the ideas we hold imbue our worlds with immeasurable truths. Yet many of our most consequential messages remain hidden, missed, forgotten, or erased. What if we could see the invisible, make felt the intangible, and celebrate the meaning all around us? Might we find comfort, connection, discernment, or even grace?
The “Encoded” series combines human codes and symbols with organic formations to explore how human, cultural, and natural wisdoms can hide in plain sight.
A Dream of Trees translates the passage below to Morse code and finally into color, allowing the richness of the text to remain ever-present for those who seek it.
EXCERPT FROM
“A DREAM OF TREES”
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere…
I would that it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?
– Mary Oliver