Rebirth

Metamorphosis

Once upon a time…

There was a young tree living in a forest not too dense so he could feel sunrays tickling him during the day. He was well surrounded by thousands of trees. He knew them all from the rumours carried by the birds who travelled from trees to trees. But none of them was interested in him, because he was too small to grow leaves. He would have felt very alone, if it was not for his neighbour and friend, who was an old tree, only left with a trunk and a few branches…

  • Metamorphosis, series Rebirth
    Acrylic on canvas
    70 x 50 cm
    May 2022

  • Real size print on white paper
    50 x 70 cm
    Printed on demand

    AUD 75

  • A6 format print 10.50 x 14.80 cm
    Print on white paper 300 g/m2
    1 print weight 4.66g

    7 AUD

One day…

A bird he had never seen stood on his highest branch without singing a word. It was the worst rumours he had ever heard. A dumb bird. It was grey and didn’t act widely like others. A pigeon his friend told him. They lived in areas far far away, where trees of concretes had replaced forests. The young tree got scared.

The day after, he heard terrible sounds that frightened all birds away and made the earth shake of anger. Trees around him started to fall. His best friend get uprooted in front of him. He whispered him to escape. The young tree knew nothing but staying still to lie low, so he froze himself into stone to survive.

All of a sudden…

The landscape around him quickly changed. A forest of concrete trees grew out of nowhere. He acted like one of them to adapt. Standing straight and sharpening his edges. He tried to connected to them, but none would answer. Birds had disappeared from his surroundings. He could only hear an indistinct rumour of stress. He learned to recognise voices from the gods of the concrete trees, and the loud, artificial cries of their moving, smelly creatures.

Time passed…

… and the young tree aged. He felt so lonely he thought he would prefer coming back to his true nature and die rather than continuing acting like a concrete tree. A building, as they were called. He started growing leaves again, for the first time. The gods of the concrete forest got inspired by this small tour with greens at his top. They started adding bushes on top of every building. And as more bushes grew and spread along the concrete trees, life found its way within them.

Finally…

The concrete trees started curving their trunks, shaking their shapes and growing branches to support more leaves. They acted so wild that their gods run away in fears. Soon there was no sound left. Just quiet, vegetable life. All the new trees bow in recognition to the young tree that had set them free. Yet, they found themselves very lonely, left with nothing but the heavy echo of silence. Until a tiny rumour started to raise, that only the young tree who had grew older could recognise. It was the rumour of a bird, calling his peers to come back to nature.