I have an early memory of learning about how trees become life-continuing earth after they fall. I remember the soft, moist splintering cedar crumbles that my foot could suddenly move around and crumble. The first time I was introduced to the potentials of nurse logs was when I visited Vivarium by Mark Dion at the Seattle Art Museum sculpture garden. Touring nurse logs at the Hoh Rainforest continued to nurture the way I might incorporate concepts of composting into my personhood. This piece came out of exploring that fascination using the photos I had been collecting, and it also led me to thinking about how my paintings could evolve and begin to speak to the depth and richness that I experienced every time I encountered a fallen log under the brush. What would spring out of them? What could contemporary architecture learn from nurse logs and forest composting? What might we let decay so that it sprouts new realities?
- Framed: 25 x 25 x 5 in
- Collections: Recent Paintings & Layered Works