As Much as David Hockney celebrates trees, the trees themselves are the natural emergence, the biology. Painting trees and landscapes now is two fold, important registration of nature as it rapidly comes under human development, and the creation of products that in themselves are consumers of natures wonders. So hush, don’t make fun of trees. Care about them, don’t stare them down in a fight if you can’t see your view. Trees are so important that we cry when they are felled, we hope when one is planted, and when not from the parent one emerges we are joyful. I like that Hockney wanted to tree, but hush, the trees are growing, seeing one portrayed in mid growth should cause a viewer of the painting to visit the tree and tell the tree to keep growing. More trees. The biology and the art may have already merged through the painter, so more important still is a tree that has not been seen by the human eye. Hugging them by protecting them from witnesses and comics, or giving them a perfect retinal stamp which is the beauty map of human awareness of trees, is what we do, but is it good for trees? Remember a tree you know today, with love. It is hard for most anyone to write about forestry as art, maybe we shouldn’t, it is so serious ~ writing about trees.