15 February 2019
Woke this morning to the heartbreaking sound of chainsaws, taking down several large oaks at the little church across the street, trees that are easily hundreds of years old. The crash as they fell echoed all around us.
Make art about what’s lost when we lose a tree, about what’s lost in those branches, or about the spirit of trees.
26 February 2018
Make art about what the trees know, abut the wisdom of trees.
How advanced, how enlightened, how restful a soul must be to choose to come here as a tree ❤
26 April 2017
The rains have stopped and and the hadrwoods have awakened, and the drive home from campus today was a wander through every shade of green. The Guardian Oak is full and bright, and the woods are thickening. I stood with giants, all of us reaching for the sky.
Make art about the greening.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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