Three weeks ago our massive crack willow tree had to be chopped severely as it had seeded itself too close to the neighbour’s house, so, also thinking about the many trees downed or damaged in the winter storms and floods, I created an installation called Memorial for Lost Trees. It is installed in the treehouse at the base of the willow. Visitors to our Open Studios (during Telegraph Hill Festival) could climb and sit on a stump stool (created from the willow) and contemplate a ghost tree and many small ceramic figures representing ghosts of all the diverse creatures that live in, because of or around trees. I also wrote this poem about ghost trees.
If ghosts are you think if trees mean or matter
There are ghost trees more than there are of us
If us is separate that is from air rain soil life
That trees factor with birds flies seeds roots
Wrapped with fungal strands and bulbing in the dark
Alchemic vessels elements sapped up into
Terpens released to seed rain to water seeds
For more trees more life more years
If they matter gone there are ghosts
Gone with violence gone for money
Felled by fire or wind sap still flowing
So will they haunt us? just by their going
They will they will.