On a Friday in January of 2016 I got a phone call from my doctor, “It looks like cancer and it looks very bad, come see me Monday.”
That weekend was a monster snowstorm, we were snowed in and I spent the time alternating between sleeping and envisioning what the rest of my life would look like. I decided that if I could, I would die at home looking out my studio window at the tri-color beech tree in the front yard.
I am doing well now (knock on wood), with surgery and chemo we’ve been so far so good.
As of the end of 2019, I have completed three versions of the tree, Spring, Late Summer and Fall. The concept for winter is taking shape, and will begin soon.
Spring 
Late Summer (Evening) 
Fall