I was considering this statement (which I heard on TV) and thinking about monoliths, (think Easter Island), Stonehenge, the pyramids… and on a smaller scale: graveyard markers (headstones).
As any parent will tell you- rocks are not the only surface that withstand the marching onslaught of elements- of water, heat and time. I’m not sure exactly what certain plastic mailboxes and FisherPrice wagons, cars and toy-boxes are made of, but I’m fairly sure that when this body’s long gone, these surprisingly durable plastic items from my kids’ childhoods will be sitting (smirking) in landfills, providing homes for rats and not yet decomposed at all!
Riding by a cemetery the other day on my way to the AANE office (and the pizza restaurant afterwards,) my mind clearly and colorfully envisioned this thought of durable almost indestructible plastics.
And it amused me because this type of plastic used for FisherPrice and other companies, (Phthalates? Flexible polyvinyl chloride plastics? PVC? yes some of this is banned but not in older stuff…) comes in so many colors.
Now is when I insert a photo of a cemetery flocked with plastic tombstones instead of rock…a photo depiction that I made on PhotoShop, with durable plastic FisherPrice/style headstones instead of rock ones.
((( 😀 No, I did not go to that trouble but because I envisioned it- perhaps you can too.)))
Also, you may get a glimpse here of what it’s like inside my head.
Stopping at an out of the way eatery I saw this graffiti inspired wallpaper which repeats in a pattern. A different look for a pizza place.
Leaves are sprouting at last- green layers of tree clothing hiding the skeletal frameworks of trunks and limbs and branches.
Leafless trees, bare to the cold winters, revealed beehives, twiggy nests for birds and squirrels and have fabulous crisscross designs. Such beauty in their open candor. I love the fractured. Patterns draw me in, so enjoying naked trees makes sense: mosaics and collage to name a few fractured things, have certainly inspired a lot of my frenzied art output:
I completely enjoy reading books on the way trees talk to each other. Books by dendrologists, ecologists, scientists, ecophysiologists, etc. are some of my absolute favorites.
Here are just a few faves:
I’m aware of the troubles trees endure, the uncertainty of their futures, the threat to their very existence, the deforestation/slaughter…the fact that without them the earth has no lungs.
These are postcards meant to print and share.
‘Years of Living Dangerously.’
Eye opening! Also, Leonardo Dicaprio’s
‘Before the Flood’.
He hopes of course that his film will inspire climate action. I hope so too. I really do.
Here is one of my favorite paintings which I painted during that infamous election timeframe:
These sold too:
When certain presidents are trying to get out of the Paris Agreement, that is a BIG part of the reason why.
Along the roadside, I saw heaps of sawdust, stumps big and little, necessary trimmage so trees don’t creep up to the roadside bit by stealthful bit,
starting as errant seeds,
trotting their slow nearly undetected way to roads and highway edges,
meaning to lengthen the expanse of the woods that they know (their communities)
by daring to populate nearer and nearer to the roads.
But noisy saws and treehackers stop the process, which left unchecked, can eradicate our byways. As trees extend roots underground, pavement cracks away. As limbs become large, their arms threaten to fall on passing cars or take down pylon cables.
So I viewed the hacked remnants and I do understand that the little and big stumps all along roadways, are necessary for safe human travel. Trimming back tree communities. I mourn every one though, every stump, and the unfulfilled promises of them; just the same.
I know that if I did not continually hack at my virtually indestructible wackadoo vines (that’s my word for them-the bigger invasive vines down south are called Kudzu) they would be burrowing under the house siding, creeping under the back door and into the house (they’ve done both these things when I wasn’t looking). They’d eat away the house.
They actually grow when I’m not looking. Here is a totally unexpected little white mushroom that sprung up from the roof of my fairy house when I wasn’t looking. Can you see it?
(The Lorax is the voice of trees.)
As such, the Lorax is or should be in all of us. There has to be an informed knowledge of this- a balance between nature and humans.
Apathy is Kudzu