THE TREE signature It becomes the space where

It becomes the space where it takes form

not trying to change anything

but culture stitched into it

the quiet persistence behind her craft

THE TREE signature It becomes the space whereIt begins with a memory of a window that faced a lotus lake. The light was gentle, the scene peaceful, almost sacred. And yet, the window was never opened. No one explained why. It was simply understood. Over time, that understanding settled in. It no longer felt like a rule, just something accepted. So natural that it was never questioned, not even enough to imagine it otherwise. Even in the artwork, the artist leaves the window without a latch. The