Ohio Roots Collection.
13x26 $1875
The Book of Trees: An Artist’s Field Guide
The Book of Trees: An Artist’s Field Guide is inspired by a vintage field guide, Our Trees: How to Know Them, published in 1908. I was struck by the intimate relationship implied in the title – our trees. What does it mean to know a tree, not just to identify it? To know a tree in all its stages, from seed to maturity to death and renewal? To feel the pulse of its roots underground and the scratch of its bare branches against the winter sky? To sense an entirely different measure of time and memory? To mark my own brief moment in the tree’s long arc of existence?
The Book of Trees project represents my personal experience of the book, a field guide that exists only in my imagination. Pages of the book are transformed and layered with reflections, objects, and images from my collection. Seeds sprout, trees take root in the spine of the book and appear to grow up and out of a fertile ground of pages. Seasons pass. Fragments of the book’s text, like fallen leaves, settle into a poetic narrative. Here each tree speaks in its own quiet and eloquent voice, of myth and memory, curiosity and wonder, loss and grief, birth and renewal, and the enduring solace of beauty.
Ohio Roots Collection.
13x26 $1875
The Book of Trees: An Artist’s Field Guide
The Book of Trees: An Artist’s Field Guide is inspired by a vintage field guide, Our Trees: How to Know Them, published in 1908. I was struck by the intimate relationship implied in the title – our trees. What does it mean to know a tree, not just to identify it? To know a tree in all its stages, from seed to maturity to death and renewal? To feel the pulse of its roots underground and the scratch of its bare branches against the winter sky? To sense an entirely different measure of time and memory? To mark my own brief moment in the tree’s long arc of existence?
The Book of Trees project represents my personal experience of the book, a field guide that exists only in my imagination. Pages of the book are transformed and layered with reflections, objects, and images from my collection. Seeds sprout, trees take root in the spine of the book and appear to grow up and out of a fertile ground of pages. Seasons pass. Fragments of the book’s text, like fallen leaves, settle into a poetic narrative. Here each tree speaks in its own quiet and eloquent voice, of myth and memory, curiosity and wonder, loss and grief, birth and renewal, and the enduring solace of beauty.
