Holes are drilled into the board that support this painting; holes being the opposite of protruding thorns.

Solid blue or multicolor bands hug both sides of each branch and the trunk. Is this music incarnate? Are trees magnets to music or is the big plant sounding off as it grows?

Are you up that tree? Are you howling at heaven, singing the blues, or are you punctured by thorns? I need to know.