I was intrigued by a post by a fellow blogger. She writes that her father sees the forest anew every time he ventures out into it. What she wrote resonated with my feelings about the composition. I see this image not as death and horror, which it certainly can be viewed as such, but a recycling, an epiphany of sorts, a transfiguration of how and what we think about the nature that surrounds us. We learn its language for the first time every time we engage with it. 

Transfigure was composed with a series of photographs, collaging and a bit of sketching. Click on it to enlarge.