In the heart of the Weser Valley, an old oak tree stands tall. It gives shelter to the squirrel who scurries along its branches and to the deer who softly descend the slope. Here, we pause and reflect on the enchanted life that we are part of. We honour the sacred rhythm of the seasons, in the presence of all the creatures and forest spirits who gather near. Here, inspiration finds us.
This is where our art takes root.
