Give a Redwood a century and that Mother Tree will sprout herself a goldmine of kin. These long-standing wonders of the world are towers of time, reminding us that no matter how long it takes to grow up, they've barely hit their first curtain call after entire towns establish and dissipate.
With very little that naturally kills them (aside from running out of root room next to their crowded compatriots) Redwoods are just budding with vitality and nurture, a vision that best feels depicted as a mother with child, already with a child. They intertwine their roots with nearby trees and literally ground each other from tipping over. Talk about a poetic family structure!
I drew this botanical lady in different steps- first sketching her with only the redwood top and a pregnant human body, but the whole of the redwood's strong trunk seemed too important to keep out. I added the crescent moon, a symbol of fertility, and couldn't feel like the drawing was done... then it dawned on me... she needed a little sprout! So here, you'll find the wise, the new, and the soon to arrive.