I am influenced by my immediate environment. What my culture values and supports is an on-going theme in my work. In searching for an overall direction for my sketchbook I realized I had a deep need to discuss the de-forestation happening a few blocks south of where I live. Every morning driving my husband to work I would see this thick patch of wilderness. It was a resting place for my eyes amidst the rows and rows of giant homes, each more grand than the next. One day in February a road appeared in the field next to the forest. Then, the next morning, during a snowstorm, I noticed some trees lying on their side on the ground at the base of a slightly smaller forest. As I write this, it is April and the trees have all been cut down. Yet, they are still lying there.
Everytime I see the dead trees my heart is jarred and I am flooded for a few moments by feelings of deep loss.
This morning I saw more of the trees piled up. And more piles of what are now logs, not trees, but they are still lying there. I've never been a witness to clearcutting before. I am sure all that was done in order to build some more giant houses, maybe a pharmacy and probably a token green space. On a bitterly cold morning about a week ago, one protester was walking toward the site as we drove by. I had given up taking pictures and so I missed recording him with my camera. He was wearing a parka, and two white bristol boards signs that said "Save the Forest". I knew he just had to do and say something. I felt the same and so I made Clearcutting in the Suburbs.
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