Tree Project Update

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We're moving through the fall, wondering what the next stage of this small plant's cycle will look like.

Gingko, Sept 2010

Watching this Gingko sprout and grow is a metaphor for what I'm doing in my work as a teacher and artist. Autonomy is crucial to this discussion.

Did you do that on purpose, with intent? Or was it an accident. Are we free to make things that can exist in and of themselves? Or does everything we make exist only and forever embedded within a vast net of other things. What is the purpose of making?

Watching the Gingko, watering it, wondering if its leaves will turn with the season, I ask: what is the purpose of growing? These days I wonder if that's the wrong question.

Gingko, Sept 2010

Now the fall brings wonder and expectation that perhaps the green interior light of my budding sprout will turn yellow, orange, and eventually brown. I don't know. There's a dryness on the surface of the small leaves.


See my previous posts on this project: click on the topic label "tree project."

And keep up with other tree folk from Hiroshi Sunairi's Tree Project, too.

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