Near a beach on Réunion Island; is this perhaps a "tree of passage?"

Is it possible to find the universal in the particular?

Is it possible for remote areas to develop this respectful relationship with their uniqueness, and in the process make a success of sharing it with the rest of the world? In a very real sense, it belongs to the rest of the world, but aren't we "the rest of the world" to each other?

A few memorable lines from T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets keeps popping into my mind:

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
--Little Gidding V, Four Quartets (1943)

Jean Detheux is an artist who, after several decades of dedicated work with natural media, had to switch to digital art due to sudden severe allergies to paint fumes. He is now working on ways to create digital 2D animations that are a continuation of his natural media work. He has been teaching art in Canada and the U.S., and has works in many public and private galleries.