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Irene Imfeld perceived a keen reverence for the beauty of living trees. The traditional esteem for nature and artful living was evident on the surface, but crowded cities also contained hidden layers. Outside a castle’s mute walls, she passed the deafening blast of pachinko parlors and bustling transit stations. From an elevated train, she viewed distant mountains through a forest of power poles. They seemed to be the trees’ manufactured equivalents. The arboreal forms made her wonder if contemporary and ancient are very different.
