Intaglio prints A3
The joy when I enter the wood , lifts my spirit.
The smell from the soil and the trees, the sound of a wood pigeon and a great tit (spring is emerging), it makes me calm, it is a kind of home coming.
What precious little space, a valley squashed in between fields after fields of private land.
As I walk in this little wood, I am not trespassing, thinking there is only 5% of the land in England I can walk on, the rest is in principal persona non grata for me.
As I am walking my thoughts wonders towards the future ( as it does sometimes, very rarely to the here and now), to my son, to his generation and the generations of humans after that.
A popular topic today is climate change, how we should live and consume differently, in the end should we change the economic system? Should we change our way of living?
But do not change happen when the majority of population want to see a change (in a democratic society).
How could that happen when we are not engaged in our surroundings, how can we enjoy and be engaged if we only have access to a small bit of land, like 5%, if you think about it that would mean we have one of the densest population in the world.
Thoughts comes and goes freely when I am walking through the woods and looking at the marvels from the small buds to the first sighting of a bumblebee, what is she doing here, where can she find pollen?
I pass a gran old beech, one of my favourite trees, looking at the leaves, which have just arrived, how green they are, translucent. A very special green.
Thinking I am a guest here, walking on this soil, and one day in hundreds of years hopefully someone else is going through here and looking at a beech tree and wonder how beautiful green the leaves are in spring time.
Does this soil belong to someone? Doesn’t it belong to mother earth and we can gratefully walk on it, how can you own land? For me it is slightly absurd thought, as absurd as someone can own people, for only 200 years ago it wasn’t an absurd thought. Soon media and tech companies own our behaviour patterns and subconciosly controls us, is also an absurd idea.
The black bird brings me back to the here and now and just 100 yards away a red deer observes me.
Walking up the muddy track, the smell of decaying leaves gives the autumn it’s heavy richness, my thoughts start to wonder again, imagen if the earth was some sort of an airbnb, what kind of review would we get? They stayed here for 80 years, burnt our floor boards, chiselling the wall aparentelly looking for something and then they tried to melt the windows and opened the freezer door before they left.
I smile to myself and thinking am I that idiot?
Seeing something glowing, it’s some orange mushrooms, want to lie down and connect to the roots.
This project is a walk through a wood in Yorkshire. Each image has been composed by 7 images merged together so you get a 360 degree image as a final result, and then it is put into software where you create a globe. The project lasted for 3 years so all the seasons a fused into one walk. The project includes 22 images.