One day in art class, Melinda imagines a strong ancient oak tree, covered with thousand of leaves. Trying to make her tree match the one she imagined, she tries again. When she tries to carve it into her linoleum block, it only appears dead. Melinda thinks to herself, “It looks like a dead tree, toothpicks, a child’s drawing. I can’t bring it to life. I’d love to give it up” (78), which shows that even though she wants to give up on it, she does not; instead, she sticks with it. Melinda realizes she does not include any emotion in her trees, and she is not sure how to add it. When Mr. Freeman was giving Melinda a ride after school he tell her, “The next time you work on your trees, don’t think about trees. Think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage-whatever
One day in art class, Melinda imagines a strong ancient oak tree, covered with thousand of leaves. Trying to make her tree match the one she imagined, she tries again. When she tries to carve it into her linoleum block, it only appears dead. Melinda thinks to herself, “It looks like a dead tree, toothpicks, a child’s drawing. I can’t bring it to life. I’d love to give it up” (78), which shows that even though she wants to give up on it, she does not; instead, she sticks with it. Melinda realizes she does not include any emotion in her trees, and she is not sure how to add it. When Mr. Freeman was giving Melinda a ride after school he tell her, “The next time you work on your trees, don’t think about trees. Think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage-whatever