our whole world is a greenhouse. gasses trap in heat, life is born and plants grow.
our biggest carbon sinks are our forests and our soil, such valuable elements in our eco-system. a greenhouse is a place of life, growth.
hand-made paper w soil mixed into the pulp
a place to retreat to on a crisp autumn morning, warming your fingertips. where you pluck from the small peach tree beside you and take a bite out of that lush, sugar-coated delight. a hobby. a joy. comforting and warm.
if only we put in the same time and care into our world as we do with the little treasures in our back garden.
using a combination of text and the subject of the natural world, i want my work to follow or subvert the wild and raw rhythms of growth and decay. i try to abide to a minimal ecological impact philosophy with my work often involving forming an environment for the art to be created but not having much control over the outcome. through natural and inevitable factors such as gravity, weather conditions and other ecological elements, i ultimately allow nature to become artistic tools.
turned into a book
arboreal: relating to trees
AILM
ELM
RUIS
ELDER
BEITH
BIRCH
OIR
GORSE
RUIS
ELDER
EADHA
ASPEN
AILM
ELM
LUIS
ROWAN
in the scottish gaelic alphabet, all the letters are named after trees
