For me, the wood is a magical, almost mystical, place. The sense of mystery there, particularily on a damp, overcast Autumn day - which we enjoy all year round in Ireland - is something palpable. The smells, the shapes, the presences. The visible and the invisible. Maybe I'm a believer in wood spirits. The infinite shape and texture of trees is both powerful and extremely subtle. Add that other wonderful shape - the naked female form - and you've got a truly glorious combination. This image tries in a very small way to bring the two together. The glow of the woman's body, caressed with light from above, compliments and contrasts with the rich texture of the bark. This kind of image is very hard to do in this part of the world because we generally don't get the weather for it. Persuading somebody to shiver for your art is not easy. This image has no title for the simple reason that I couldn't think of anything that didn't sound like a cliche.