This painting is called All This Time. Being in the presence of the enduring power, beauty, strength, and patience of trees always makes me revel in the mysteries of existence. As it happens often in our Colorado mountains, this tree on our property burned years ago and eventually fell, exposing its roots, its intimate remembrance of the underworld. I sat with it. I studied it. I talked to it, wanting to know what it knows. And then I painted it and gave it some blue floating cloth in celebration of its lasting all this time, even in its death.