The Littlefield Pine In drawing the tree, I feel a sense of overwhelming. Where to begin? How should my interpretation of this enormous tree depict, in a way, myself. The drawing is loose, out of control, no sense of structure or order. My branches do not have a specific place yet to me it depicts the tree. It is free, wild, untamed. It flows yet describes what is to be expressed within myself. The pines themselves could not tell you to which branch they belong, yet they know they belong where they lie. The tree is protective and overbearing. It seems demanding yet stable in it stance. The abundance of the pine needles give it the wild, uncontrollable feel, yet the way its limbs stretch out to almost touch the passersby. The height of the tree gives it the dominant protective feel. The limbs all face down but not in a melancholy style. They seem to want to get close to the place in which they began as a seed. How incredible to know that this magnificent structure once could fit in a child's hand. My writing tells aspects of the tree that my drawing could never say. My drawing is basically one big chaos with random lines flying all over the pages. My writing is more structured, descriptive, understanding. Maybe because language to me is more controlled than my drawing ability. My drawing of the tree is more passionate yet my words get my point across better. A little odd, I suppose, but maybe that 's the way I was raised. Anyway back to the subject, the top of the tree is a canopy style but lower down on the tree the branches seem to be spaced out and less protective. The lower branches seem to be vulnerable, maybe because they are closer to human contact and the closer you are to humans the more vulnerable anything might become. In my drawing my lines are light and hard to see probably because that area of expression is not as easy for me and I am always afraid I will make a mistake and then what I mean to convey by drawing the tree is totally lost.