Sculpture
“Watchers”
November trees are those trees in that sacred and often ignored season between fall and winter. The trees are bare and the world seems colorless. The trees stand like dancers, conversation groups and watchers. They stand unmoving for generations in one place. They are the tall ancient spirits that stand observing human life as it passes by day after day.
When I pass by and observe back to the tree, I sense that the tree possesses divinity and guardianship. I am filled with the knowing that it is not humans, at all, who are running things.
I watch the trees as I passed by. I watched the trees watching back.
I sit among the trees and watch. I hope to come back as a tree.
“Watchers”
November trees are those trees in that sacred and often ignored season between fall and winter. The trees are bare and the world seems colorless. The trees stand like dancers, conversation groups and watchers. They stand unmoving for generations in one place. They are the tall ancient spirits that stand observing human life as it passes by day after day.
When I pass by and observe back to the tree, I sense that the tree possesses divinity and guardianship. I am filled with the knowing that it is not humans, at all, who are running things.
I watch the trees as I passed by. I watched the trees watching back.
I sit among the trees and watch. I hope to come back as a tree.
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North Shore Kachina
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A collaboration with North Shore Community School The Shoe |
