Tree Woman is many things; so many that it is not possible for me to speak to all of them at this time. So, I will speak of just a few. First of all, she is a tree, as a tree she is a symbol for all of nature. Secondly, she is woman inseparable from the rest of nature. In this aspect she is a symbol for the human animal. She is also divine: a Goddess immanent in nature. These three symbols as one actually function as a portal into the reality she represents.
Tree Woman speaks of the beauty and bounty of mother Earth and the rebirth of our conscious participation in the web of life. She speaks volumes of gratitude to all indigenous people of this planet who hold this sacred ceremonial space, generation after generation, generation after generation; as the majority of humanity has lost their footing: their rootedness in Mother Earth.
She is also a self-portrait: that most personal of genres of the artist. She is me. I found my true mother early on waiting for me every day in the yard of my suburban childhood home. She was an enormous old Apricot tree. She fed me year after year, in many ways, as I grew to adult hood. At that point the greater tree nation called me out: I was beckoned to Alaska where I lived in the woods for thirteen years. It was there that I became Tree Woman.
As we all stand upon the threshold of rebirth we have a glorious opportunity to reclaim our birthright as Tree Women: women, men and children; partners in creation as evolution.

The first small stand of Tree Women has been bisque fired and is on their way home to the ranch for sager firing. Gods willing next week there will be photos of finished Trees.