It is a privilege to watch the artistry of another person emerge and take hold; to manifest and become some thing(s), representing not only their imagination, but their deepest source of inspiration. 
To also watch as that person opens up the process, expanding the possibilities by inviting collaboration without the need for control. Instead, they trust in the other person, supporting whatever small detail they choose to contribute. 
And in the end they are both content. They sort of sit back, feeling a little shy and awkward because they are so pleased with what sits before them, the final result of not only working together, but supporting each other along the way. They hope that as it travels to it's new home by way of the auction at their daughter's school, that it will carry with it not just the obvious use of a play thing or a beautiful object, but that it carries the story of the process, and their deep connection to the natural world.
I hope the new owners will feel that this sort of object is not exactly designed by the artist, but is guided and revealed by the trees themselves. That it is one of a kind, and could never be mass produced. The hands that built this fairy house (or Rough House, as Adam calls them) were the tools, and the mind of the person connected to those hands remained open to the plans offered by the trees.
The truth is, I think he's on to something here. I also think he is very much looking forward to the next set of plans his beloved trees reveal to him.
