The reason why I did this work, which reminds me of an ink painting, is that the black trunks evoke the image of a tree patiently waiting for spring to come. The trees seemed to be sleeping, but I sensed that they were quietly preparing for spring to come. At the time, the coronavirus was casting a dark shadow over the world. The trees seemed to be sleeping, but I sensed that they were quietly preparing for spring. At the time, the coronavirus was casting a dark shadow over the world. The many thin branches are covered with snowflakes instead of leaves. This colorless sky and snow gave me hope. Spring would soon arrive. The trees seemed to be sleeping, but I sensed that they were quietly preparing for spring. At the time, the coronavirus was casting a dark shadow over the world. Perhaps I saw the future of human beings in the trees as they endured the cold.
