Per my usual, I didn't and don't know exactly what I'm doing, but–from interacting with this tree and these figures–I now know that art is magic and healing and joy, that surprise is a gift. That at its base, power is a feeling. That in the end, in the midst and mist of creation what arises appears as a knowing more powerful than knowing: a kind of non-knowing. And, to be fair, I know more that I'm not telling. I trust/sense these images capture, and release, some of that. They certainly did for me.