A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
|Subject||∅ 50 mm (1,96“), Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|