In the 1970s, I visited The Virgin Islands several times to see my parents who had moved there. Trees have always given me great solace and joy. There was an enormous kapok tree on the island. I loved that tree and used to go see it and photograph it whenever I travelled there. I often walked between the buttress roots of the kapok to stand in the shelter of what felt like its giant arms. I made several linocuts of the tree in the 1970s. Here’s two of those prints.