Trees are my vertical works. They are often my height with my hands held above my head. Trees connect the earth to the sky. Their roots know the earth and secretly, powerfully spread out to drink the water, hold themselves up, claim their space. The boughs reach up to the sun, sky and away. They inhale our poison and exhale us life. Trees give salvation with food and shelter. Trees are older, stronger, wiser. Trees are the Rulers.