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Thinking back, something happened to me in those trees...
I felt the roots grow out of my feet, deep into the soil. My roots mingled with the ancients around me.
I felt their peace and calm and grounded spirit. I felt the light of their leaves touch my heart and embed a sense of contentment.
Together, these trees and I are going to make something transformative.
If not in my soul, then in the art I create!
(but I have a hunch it's both)
The trees and I have been thinking a lot about flowers.
Well, not flowers so much as what they represent - joy, beauty, renewal.
In the words of Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh...
“If you look deeply at a flower, at it’s beauty, you will see that there is also compost in it, made of garbage. The gardener had the skill to transform this garbage into compost, and with this compost, he made a flower grow.”
If you think of suffering - sadness, anger, frustration as garbage - you can transform it into compost, and from compost grows flowers and food and good things. That pain and suffering can become joy and and peace.
Nothing is permanent. If a seed was always a seed, it could never grow and turn into a flower.
Like the seed, our emotions are also transient and organic. Evil can be transformed into good and vice versa.
I made this wall piece as an homage to this idea... capturing the memory of flowers, of beauty, embedded in a bumpy present where we churn and transform into more joyful versions of ourselves.
A nod to the juicy inner world that lives within all of us.
You can see how I made this piece here - months of work distilled down to 3 minutes...
I'm not sure where the trees will take me next, but I have a feeling it's going to better than a kid in a candy store (or at least as good!).
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