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Artist's commentary
Someone once said “A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit.”
But impatient old men grew trees of a different breed. Instead of planting seeds, they built chimneys to sprout trunks of smoke that branched and canopied the sky. They stole sun from the leaves and breaths from the lungs. The shade of which only children will die in.