The relationship between nature and the human body continues to make connections, patterns and maps for me.  Scaffolding is a temporary structure for building or repairing; bamboo, a material traditionally used for its flexibility and strength, allowing it to withstand weight and pressure. There is pleasure in the rhythmic knocking as a rack is built, in sensing the slow pulse of its sap whilst it’s alive in the forest, in the history and survival represented by the growth rings along its culm. They could be interpreted as ladders, stitches, scars in the vocabulary of the painting. Weighing heavily above the bamboo is a murkier oppressive pressure – an emotional disturbance. The boundary between the two forces fuses with subtle energy – fraying and slipping around the edges in the way memories do. Healing and balance require facing the vulnerability that shut down emotions. Nature’s undersong holds her ground.