Trees carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather—storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers even after it has been felled. Anne Michaels
Tree rings are evidence a life well lived. Each ring represents a complete cycle of seasons in the tree’s life. Here you see a chronicle of nature, years of hardship and plenty written in concentric circles. My version pays homage to an ancient cottonwood that recently fell near Fossil Lake. For the first time, I could see inside its great trunk to the multitude of rings. My interpretation features layers of creamy hand-laid stone texture, acrylic, oxidized iron, plant material, charcoal and earth pigments. It has the ash of a fallen cottonwood leaf and smudged with cleansing white sage. May it remind you to live each day boldly.