The soft, smooth bark of the beech invites lovers’ sgraffito; the union of minds and bodies is declared under the whispering trees. Maybe the love will grow and mature with the tree, enduring from decade to decade. But it’s a living medium, the beeches cover their wounds with a rough callous. Is this the future of the love so innocently declared?
Who were AS, MB, ARN and PETE? They share the company of YVONN, MICHAEL [who] LOVES GRACE, DAN 4 ABI, MANDA X ILY 87 and many more. All now live on in mysterious, runic declarations.