Well, I’m glad I started this painting yesterday afternoon. One, because it is snowing today and two, because the trees they cut down are already gone!
We had a great thick patch of woods behind our house.
It was so thick, so dark and so green. But this week the woods disappeared.
The land was an old farm parcel. The last from this in-town location. Now it will be turned into housing. 8 to 12 houses to be exact.
I’ve been running into people on walks all week. Telling me stories of how they’d go bird hunting when this wood patch was more of a meadow. Another spent quite some time showing me where at least 3 of his forts were as a kid. Everyone is in mourning.
I’ve lost people in my life, I’ve lost pets, but this is different. This too will be gone forever. For once this land is developed, it doesn’t ever become undeveloped.
I’m absolutely sick with grief.
We have a family of very large hawks that live in these woods. Will they stay?
This week they have been perching on the house across the way. I’d imagine there won’t be much for them.
I sure enjoyed watching the wildlife these woods offered.
I don’t like today’s painting. It was made with anger, frustration and sorrow. It’s dark. Too dark for me. Figuratively and literally.
But that is what art is for. To make you feel. To make you think.
I titled this piece PLEASE STOP CUTTING DOWN OUR TREES. Of course they are not my trees, my neighbors trees, or the people in this neighborhood’s. But aren’t they? The Native Americans were struck from this very land for that simple concept. They couldn’t fathom someone approaching them and declaring that this was their land. That made no sense. We all live on this land and are part of this Earth, how could someone claim it for their own? And yet here we are with crisp white pieces of paper claiming stake to every tree, rock and blade of grass. Do the animals of this land get to claim stake to anything? Oh right, like the Native Americans, they weren’t really asked to the table.
Some people are passionate about a cure for cancer, some -rights for the impoverished, for me it’s land conservation. The chain saws and bulldozers are pushing me closer and closer to getting off my rear and into the Land Trust office. Spiritually speaking, loss can be a great motivator!
SO HERE IS A DECLARATION. If anyone knows anyone at the South County Land Trust or even a National Land Trust and could introduce me to someone of relevance, I would like to offer my creativity as a form of community service. I make invites, flyers, cards, illustrations, you name it and I’d be willing to help. It would feel great to get closer to a higher purpose which in this case would be, making this earth a better one!
Man this topic ruffles my feathers. I just don’t get this country’s economic model.
Hmm, let’s see. We are in a recession. So let’s get to a point where land owners can’t afford the taxes on our green space and are forced to sell. Then, let’s allow developers to put over 200 houses in our community in one year (BTW…Who’s buying them during the recession? How about the hundreds of existing homes that are already not selling?) Let’s wrap them in a bow, throw a cherry on top and have our country call it economic growth? As a human race, this model no longer works. We can’t keep thinking leveling the earth and over developing it is going to bring all humans prosperity. It makes no sense. We need to maintain, reduce, down size. My husband tells me to get my head out of the clouds. No way would the powers that be, allow this model to change. Head in the clouds or buried in the sand? Take your choice.
OK. I am taking up your time. So I will leave you with one of the most gorgeous photos I’ve ever seen.
It was my back yard.
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