In wild asymmetry the branches spiral, fork, and twist in capricious forms of chance and impulse, yet through the enigmatic pull that summons all life to light, each chaotic shape gravitates skyward. No logic but arboreal impulse guides their erratic path, evidence of nature’s ephemeral markmaking unfettered by reason and order. They carve their mystifying course as if compelled by the same cosmic breath that sets every sun aflame, heeding some ancient1