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March 16, 2021
Statues. Oh my! They’ve come under attack. Cancel Culture is the real deal. Before truly becoming a part of our every day
I stood in my forest calling all of these trees statues. That’s what they look
like without leaves! Each limb has its
own personality. But do we know the history? Isn’t that the same question we
ask when standing next to a large metal object connected to a time once lived?
Do we know the story? Society endlessly
feeds off its avenues of unperfected purpose.
In this forest these trees represent life, growth and protection. I replenished this lay of land with 1,700
seedlings in 1997. This forest was
facing its worst enemy. The human seeking magazine cover beauty. A natural forest provides the opposite. So often I find myself wondering about my
final touch. What will happen to these
statues after the last breath is taken? Who will fight for the seasons and the
reasons they stand so tall and unforgettable?
This is how cold life really is.
A bite on the edge of what could tip us over. It is here that we must hear. To listen beyond sound. To reach further into the preservation of why
we remain so connected. 1997 will always represent the 52 weeks of
replenish. For today is the day that
nature is present. The animals and life
that call this collection of statues home.
My trees today. Who will call
them trees tomorrow?
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