A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human. — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
“Sacredness and profanity and prayers and wishes: they're all held together by the broken limbs of this dead tree, raking the night sky with its blackened branches. We are so small, the two of us. The tree and sky are… — Elora Bishop Copy Share Image
