Sara Woster captures not the view of the nocturnal landscape, but the life within it. As retold by André Merchand after Paul Klee: "In a forest, I have felt many times over that it was not I who looked at the forest. Some days I felt that the trees were looking at me, were speaking to me...I was there, listening." Sara is living in a town in the Catskills where she says "a bunch of famous painters used to come to paint very stylized scenes of elegant women in fancy dresses standing in carefully designed gardens. A lot of those gardens have lived on up here, despite the challenges of gardening on a mountaintop full of rocky, glacial soil. But when I walk up the hill to my house I pass a house thumbing its nose at all of that with fake grass and flowers swallowing up a plastic swan. When we drive by it at night out headlights light up that grass and the swan and the whole thing looks real and cinematic and magical."
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Sara Woster captures not the view of the nocturnal landscape, but the life within it. As retold by André Merchand after Paul Klee: "In a forest, I have felt many times over that it was not I who looked at the forest. Some days I felt that the trees were looking at me, were speaking to me...I was there, listening." Sara is living in a town in the Catskills where she says "a bunch of famous painters used to come to paint very stylized scenes of elegant women in fancy dresses standing in carefully designed gardens. A lot of those gardens have lived on up here, despite the challenges of gardening on a mountaintop full of rocky, glacial soil. But when I walk up the hill to my house I pass a house thumbing its nose at all of that with fake grass and flowers swallowing up a plastic swan. When we drive by it at night out headlights light up that grass and the swan and the whole thing looks real and cinematic and magical."
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