All play aspires to the condition of paradise. . . through play in all its forms. . . we hope to achieve a state that our larger Greco-Roman, Judeo- Christian culture has always known was lost. Where it exists, we do not know, although we always have envisioned it as a garden. . . always as removed, as an enclosed green place. . . Paradise is an ancient dream. . . It is a dream of ourselves as better than we are, back to what we were.
I paint a tree - I think of how the roots go deep, deep into the earth. How the tree grows year by year toward the sky. How it stands with the winds.