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the last tree

24/2/2018

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​Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money 
Cree proverb
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Love & water

22/2/2018

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I am made to love the pond and the meadow, as the wind is made to ripple the water.
Henry David Thoreau
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Upādāna

12/2/2018

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Further, in our association with indigenous peoples, we began to appreciate the profound sense of realism they manifested in their ritual communion of the human soul with the deeper powers of the universe. In these earlier cultures, the universe was experienced primarily as a presence to be communed with and instructed by, not a collection of natural resources to be used for utilitarian purposes. 

The winds, the  
mountains, the soaring birds, the wildlife roaming the forests, the stars splashed  across the heavens in the dark of night: these were all communicating the deepest experiences that humans would ever know. The inner life of humans, the joy and exaltation we experience in celebrating our place in the great community of existence, these depended on our experience of a universe that provides us with both our physical and our spiritual nourishment. All this was recognized as the world of  soul.  
 Bill Plotkin, Soulcraft
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outside

8/2/2018

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You must have faith. Walking through the woods, you often come across owl pellets . . . When you find one of these, you know an owl is sitting on a branch over your head, looking down at you. You may be overcome by the urge to look up and see the owl for yourself. But the moment you give in and look up, the owl will fly away. I trust the owl is up there and continue on my way. This way, the forest avoids a small disturbance and maintains its peace. Trusting an animal is there by looking at its traces rather than pursuing the animal itself: this is faith in nature. 
The Great Soul of Siberia  ∞  Sooyong Park
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lament for the moths

24/1/2018

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A plague has stricken the moths, the moths are dying
Their bodies are flakes of bronze on the carpets lying
Enemies of the delicate everywhere
Have breathed a pestilent mist into the air.
Emilie Conrad  ∞  Life on Land
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Work in progress

19/1/2018

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…it appears to some like a star or a cluster of gems or a cluster of pearls, to others with a rough touch like that of silk-cotton seeds or a peg made of heartwood, to others like a long braid string or a wreath of flowers or a puff of smoke, to others like a stretched-out cobweb or a film of cloud or a lotus flower or a chariot wheel or the moon's disk or the sun's disk​…
Visuddhimagga  VIII 215
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Liminal

17/12/2017

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​I used to worry a bit that to be drawing a dragonfly, or magnified fish scale as I sat by a remote river was perhaps an irrelevant, even escapist activity. What is the significance or relevance of a gentle curiosity about creatures which live in air, mud and sand in a world of increasing famine, new wars and continuing ecological suicide? I realise more now that the apparently subtle manifestations of nature - “the murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves”, or the choreography of walking birds on a estuarine mud flat are all a most significant measure of the state of the world. You could say that the stains on the trunk of the Mangrove tree, while drawn in an understated way with subtle nuances, are hinting at much larger forces. I hope that kind of understatement could be strongly effective when it is linked to the huge movements of tides - and the dramatic changes which will happen to billions of people whose land would be swamped as a result of global 
warming. I like to think that “my bits of paper with marks on them: - my works - are directly connected to the physical world where they were made. Just as the creatures of the natural world are “the canaries in the mine” so also I would like my bits of paper to be seen as Litmus papers. Litmus, which absorbs the nuances of air, or water, or honey, or the tracks of hermit crabs.’

                           John Wolselely, 1991
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algae & map

13/11/2017

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Watercolour, gouache, white ink, and pencil on balsa panels
As earth-bound creatures we tend to be terra-centric, but our planet is almost two-thirds water; much of it marine. Marine health is crucial to the health of our whole planet, however in the process of absorbing all the carbon we produce, the oceans are becoming dangerously acidified.  
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Microscopic Algae & Claudea Elegans

10/11/2017

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Watercolour, gouache, white ink, pencil on balsa
Expressing my passion for, and concern about the health of our marine environment; site of unmitigated wonder… 
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a tiger leaves his mark

7/10/2017

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dancers III

5/10/2017

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After the rain…
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Scorched earth

3/10/2017

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Burnt, torn paper and pencil
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traces

2/10/2017

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           Plant biology text-book, pencil, tea bags, gouache, watercolour, & collage

All traces disappear with time. The wind removes them, the rain washes them away, and the snow covers all. The cleaning crew of the forest takes apart the carcasses of living things, and time silently erases everything, including the traces of seasons … Traces are physical things that sometimes have spiritual properties that reverberate in our souls. And so the traces I find always remain in my heart.

                       Sooyong Park, The Great Soul of Siberia
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Mending of nets

24/9/2017

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      Knitted copper wire, Bohemia glass beads, stitching, & collage on gouache-painted balsa.

The solutions to the changing climate, although in the news frequently, do not seem to be easy for most people to contemplate. 

Part of the problem with getting people to engage with climate change is that it exists mainly as an idea that comes to us through science, and many people hold the communications of science at a remove from their everyday lives. Climate change is not yet integrated into our society culturally, through the arts.

Engaging with climate change through art gives us a chance to bring this topic into an accessible, human-scaled arena.
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work in progress

12/9/2017

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"When we love one another the most delicate truth of that love is held in the spirit, but my body is the record of those I have loved. I feel their bones as my bones, almost literally. This record is autonomous. It continues, dumbly, to persist. Its power is independent of time. The love is fixed, instantly accessible to memory, somehow stained into my body as colour into cloth."        
            Anne Truitt, Daybook
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∞

30/8/2017

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Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius—and a lot of courage—to move in the opposite direction.
E. F. Schumacher

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dancers II

29/8/2017

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in progress

26/8/2017

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Ordinary Heartbreak 
She climbs easily on the box
That seats her above the swivel chair
At adult height, crosses her legs, left ankle over right,
Smoothes the plastic apron over her lap
While the beautician lifts her ponytail and laughs,
“This is coarse as a horse’s tail.”
And then as if that’s all there is to say,
The woman at once whacks off and tosses
its foot and a half into the trash.
And the little girl who didn’t want her hair cut,
But long ago learned successfully how not to say
What it is she wants,
Who, even at this minute cannot quite grasp
her shock and grief,
Is getting her hair cut. “For convenience,” her mother put it.
The long waves gone that had been evidence at night,
When loosened from their clasp,
She might secretly be a princess.
Rather than cry out, she grips her own wrist
And looks to her mother in the mirror.
But her mother is too polite, or too reserved,
So the girl herself takes up indifference,
While pain follows a hidden channel to a deep place
Almost unknown in her,
Convinced as she is, that her own emotions are not the ones
her life depends on,
She shifts her gaze from her mother’s face
Back to the haircut now,
So steadily as if this short-haired child were someone else.

~ David Levine ~
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phoenix tree

21/8/2017

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"Until the late twentieth century, every generation throughout history lived with the tacit certainty that there would be generations to follow. Each assumed, without questioning, that its children and children's children would walk the same Earth, under the same sky…"  Joanna Macy

 … And now…?
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Forests of the world

20/8/2017

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"For three years he had been planting trees in this wilderness. He had planted one hundred thousand. Of the hundred thousand, twenty thousand had sprouted. Of the twenty thousand he sill expected to lose about half, to rodents or the unpredictable designs of Providence. There remained ten thousand oak trees to grow where nothing had grown before."       The Man Who Planted Trees, Jean Giono.
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dark magnolia

16/8/2017

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Forest

14/8/2017

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"…one might pause to consider the possibility of a considerable unbalance in natural conditions should these great tropical forests be depleted…"
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gift

14/8/2017

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Colour etching, poupée printed by (the incredibly talented) Andrea Leigh.
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cells

8/8/2017

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Watercolour on Arches 180 gsm
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dancers 1

6/8/2017

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