| When I was a young boy, there was a patch of woods behind my house that I would spend many hours in exploring. At one point I discovered a large tree that had in it what appeared to be the beginnings of a treehouse. It was nothing but a few pieces of wood nailed to the tree as steps, and a platform that was about ten feet or so off the ground and about six feet square. It was surrounded by treeline on three sides and the front faced a large clearing, which served as its main view. I recall the first time that I climbed the steps and sat on those creaky old boards...and the amazing feeling that I would get, perched above the land...starring out over the open field. I would spend many hours, far (or so it seemed) from civilization, taking in the sounds and smells, watching the sunlight pierce through the tops of the trees, or simply gazing out over the field. This was my fortress...my sanctuary from the world. A place where I could just BE. Decades later, I still find myself searching out that feeling...in nature, at home...or in my studio. |
| The Treehouse |
