Acrylic on canvas
My partner and I live at a wilderness meadow with mixed forest surround in British Columbia’s Central Interior region. Our home was constructed using logs from this natural resource. Seasonally we have selectively harvest trees from the forest to split and stack in readiness for use as firewood: to stave off the winter’s lessening chill. The once living forest is now a mixed palette of red pine skeletons whose stark remains may well provide fuel for an unprecedented blaze. I wonder if recollections of the forest and all the birds, insects, mammals that once inhabited its living presence are imbedded in the firewood. Will these memories be released in the flames of our hearth-fire/the landscape/human memory or will they smolder among the dying embers?