"We approach a tree with diagonal scars like tribal markings across a face. He takes his chisel and draws a new line, perfectly straight, in parallel underneath. Shiny beads of white bubble up to the surface, collect along the crack and then at their tipping point run down and into a metal cup positioned at the end of the line. The tree is bleeding rubber. It's weeping, it's laughing. I'm laughing, because it's so absurd! It seems almost paradoxical that this ordinary looking tree, tough dry bark, scattered throughout the rainforest, weeps latex... a white liquid shiny material that is resilient, water resistant, and insulates against electricity. That this tree becomes gloves, tyres, toys... mad alchemy. The thought crosses my mind that even condoms can be made from trees, which considering overpopulation is considered one of the greatest challenges to the environment, strikes me as almost a cosmic joke."