This woodcut, plucked out of such darkness, is initially reduced to a phosphorescent blur. But spending longer with the image enables the pixilated flowers, leaves and contours of trees and horizon to come into focus. Here the dark allows this artist to hint at the corporeal nature of our existence on earth. The cell like components of petals and the compounds that bring life to our own bodies, are seen as one. We are after all, all made up of star dust. My sister stands looking towards the silhouette of the hill in the distance. She acts as intercessor between the onlooker and the creation around her; almost like a renaissance panel painting of St Francis of Assisi feeding the Birds or John the Baptist in the Wilderness.