A Dream of Trees

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Part of the Encoded series, this work translates the passage below first into code, then into color, allowing the richness of the text to remain ever-present for those who seek it.

Felted wool, clay, metal leaf, Morse code

25”H x 68”W x 1”D

2024

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

About the Encoded Series

This series of stitched felted wool works combines man-made codes with organic materials and formations to explore how human, cultural, and natural wisdoms can hide in plain sight. The pieces transform texts gleaned from diverse sources and eras into symbols, translating them first into code, then into color before giving them final form.