'Petrified Lotus'
Once upon a time, millions of years ago, there was a tree who was afraid of dying.
He stood straight and tall, his trunk solid, his roots firmly planted, his gentle leaves greening in the breeze. Under the sky he stood, the sun and moon dancing endlessly around him. Even they never thought to ask him his secret fears. So he kept them close to his heart: "I am afraid a storm will fell me. I am afraid a fire will consume me. I am afraid the sun and moon will dance without me.".
Through the tremble in the smallest tendrils of his roots, something in the ground heard his fears and quietly responded. The earth planned to make him as immortal as it could, by transforming him into stone. He stands now, small and proud in his immortality, growing a lotus pod upon his back. The fear blossoming into little iron tendrils, reaching to tell the sun and moon "Here I am".
About this series
Objet d'anon
Series: Objects: The Unseen Forest
There is a forest that grows from the mycelium of my mind, blooming outwards through my hands in forms familiar and surprising. Curious of their own becoming, self-regarding, often awkward. Parts foraged from nature’s gifts: stone, leaf, lichen, twig. Gathered from the ground, nothing plucked or picked, the tree-tops watching as I go. Something there, moved here, transformed.There are textures that return, woolen softness, iron spikes. Nature’s topologies writ out in moss, the earth's geometries stated in seedpod.Simple, restrained - only a thought or two combined. The human and the earth, thinking about each other, touching each other, becoming this: a third thing, The Unseen Forest.
Size: Approx. 6 × 4 inches.
Materials: Petrified wood, clay, lotus pod, paint, varnish, iron.
A forest spirit for the collected home, folk art that leans toward dark cottagecore in a whisper. This sculpture would be at ease in a cabinet of curiosities, among other strange and quiet things, or holding a corner of a bookshelf the way moss holds a stone. Part nature, part relic — an art piece for rooms where objects are gathered slowly, and kept.
'Petrified Lotus'
Once upon a time, millions of years ago, there was a tree who was afraid of dying.
He stood straight and tall, his trunk solid, his roots firmly planted, his gentle leaves greening in the breeze. Under the sky he stood, the sun and moon dancing endlessly around him. Even they never thought to ask him his secret fears. So he kept them close to his heart: "I am afraid a storm will fell me. I am afraid a fire will consume me. I am afraid the sun and moon will dance without me.".
Through the tremble in the smallest tendrils of his roots, something in the ground heard his fears and quietly responded. The earth planned to make him as immortal as it could, by transforming him into stone. He stands now, small and proud in his immortality, growing a lotus pod upon his back. The fear blossoming into little iron tendrils, reaching to tell the sun and moon "Here I am".
About this series
Objet d'anon
Series: Objects: The Unseen Forest
There is a forest that grows from the mycelium of my mind, blooming outwards through my hands in forms familiar and surprising. Curious of their own becoming, self-regarding, often awkward. Parts foraged from nature’s gifts: stone, leaf, lichen, twig. Gathered from the ground, nothing plucked or picked, the tree-tops watching as I go. Something there, moved here, transformed.There are textures that return, woolen softness, iron spikes. Nature’s topologies writ out in moss, the earth's geometries stated in seedpod.Simple, restrained - only a thought or two combined. The human and the earth, thinking about each other, touching each other, becoming this: a third thing, The Unseen Forest.
Size: Approx. 6 × 4 inches.
Materials: Petrified wood, clay, lotus pod, paint, varnish, iron.
A forest spirit for the collected home, folk art that leans toward dark cottagecore in a whisper. This sculpture would be at ease in a cabinet of curiosities, among other strange and quiet things, or holding a corner of a bookshelf the way moss holds a stone. Part nature, part relic — an art piece for rooms where objects are gathered slowly, and kept.
