Part of an alien other kingdom. trees are neither lesser animal nor feebly ensouled matter. Lacking voice and self-movement except through growth and decay which occur on a time scale below the threshold of human perception, they exist quiescently on the periphery of our everyday attention. These images show the in-between vitality of trees and in a sense lend them “voice,” bridging the gap between different temporalities. Such representations may be illusions, but what is art but the garden of illusion that, relieving us of our preoccupation with the how of things, shows us what they are.
