“Let me see,” said Sanford Barkley, patting the charred tree trunk that filled a corner of his inherited house. He didn’t notice the sooty stain left on his palm. “The artist was named Something Dale, and he burnt trees as art. Like Yellowstone, you know? Except since a human burnt it, it represented the human condition too, plus nature.”
His guest examined the geometry of charred wood segments minutely.
“Of course,” said Sanford, lowering his voice, “for quite a while now I’ve been chipping off the back and using the charcoal in my smoker!” He laughed. “My kind of art.”