The birch is my favoured tree. I'm struck by the delicacy of his little non brilliant green leaves, or by the trunk smooth enough and quite snow-white, ruined in some points by emergences of the dark bark below. The idea of this drawing was to rapresent a birch with a decayed heart. The spirit of some incautious wayfarers, touched by his branches( the idea of the birch like evil tree that drives whoever is touched by his leaves mad belongs to heritage of legends of the britannic area), has been entrapped forever inside the tree, and often it's possible that the bark made some emergences that look like the faces of those suffering spirits.