Last of the Dryads
The dryad wanders skittishly among the trees. She is one of the last of her kind, a wood nymph, a nature spirit that takes the form of a young, woman.
The trees belong to her, and she is theirs. They are rooted in time, connected for life. If the trees die, so does she.
In ‘Last of the Dryads’ I go in search of the dryad to explore her mystic world that is strongly intertwined with our reality.
Trees are vulnerable beings, as are we. Under the trees I meet the dryad and recognise myself in her, blurring the distinction between myself and the dryad, between woman and tree.
