Melting yellow and black bark edges are pulled apart to reveal a microscopic world teeming with inner communication and vitality. Embraced by the tree, and seemingly the spirit conduit of for all this xylem essence, a small impish figure tucks into one side, eyes closed in silent repose.

Trojanowski recognises that winter is often shrouded by a sense of longing for seclusion and comfort, and in its darkest moments we often turn inwards. Confined to our domestic interiors we can often slip into melancholy, but our minds can also be re-attuned to a quieter speed of life with an appreciation that nature (which includes the human) needs time to rest vital processes.

The work is oil on canvas painted in layers that draw us spatially into the depths of its inner world.