Black lines on white paper. It’s a picture of a copse, delicate trees, young and spindly in winter. Somehow they emit a glow. Bare winter landscape around. Perhaps the sun is setting behind the trees. It seems like something is caught amongst them. Is it the sun? Or is it a creature? Or a god? It is mesmerising.
In the drawing, the trees are bound around with a beautiful ribbon or cord. The cord goes right the way around the perimeter of the copse. It gives the place an atmosphere of sanctity.