In 1938 Paul Nash photographed a series of uprooted trees which he titled ‘monster field’. I found these images of a brutalised and horrific beauty, after I had been photographing trees altered by humans for some years. Nash’s images are of a greater brutality, whereas my images often have pathos and humour to them. Nash painted variants of these forms several times, I am currently making some ink drawings sculptural objects that work with a similar broken aesthetic.
The photographs are held in the Tate collection and can be viewed online hereMORE
Organised by FoAM Brussels, on Saturday 28 September 2013 artists An Mertens, Rasa Alksnyte and Wendy Van Wynsberghe organise a narrative walk about the identity of trees in the Forêt de Soignes/Zoniënwoud.During the walk they take a closer look at the different personalities of trees, their rights and duties, their energy use and their habitats.
The walk will be held from 6 to 8 pm, I will be attending with Ariella Helfgott, and will report back.
See more HERE
Unique aesthetic decisions being made in the Adelaide Suburb of Torrensville.
‘ John Nash loved woods, particularly in winter when their architecture is revealed. The lines of the nude trees are so much stronger. The bones of the landscape stand our. he loved the ruins of woods: dead trees fallen over on another, fungi and brittle twigs. He hated woods t be tidied, and the fashion for management that rubbed out all evidence of past inhabitants, all continuity of living denizens. As a war artist in the first WW, he painted the shattered woods on the battlefields of France. They came to stand for the dead and maimed of both sides. Some of the action took place in or around woods, which afforded cover for troops or tanks, until they were blown to peices. Their skeletons might be the only landmarks left on the trenched and cratered wast land. Nash writes of ‘the trees torn to shreds, often reeking with poison gas’… Trees snappeMORE
‘Wildwood : a journey through trees’ by Roger Deakin.
Similar to a favourite ‘The secret life of trees’ by Colin Tudge, Deakin’s book is more of a perambulation through the cultural significance and meaning of trees to people, rather than the biology and classification of them as In Tudge’s wonderful work.
Roger Deakin sadly died from a brain tumour in 2006. He was an environmentalist writer and documentary maker who fits into the British New Nature school of writing, often writing about his home Walnut tree farm, and personal experiences of nature. The only book published in his lifetime was ‘Waterlog’ on wild swimming (swimming in rivers, lakes and the sea regardless of trespass laws) across Britain. Listen to some radio broadcasts here.
Colin Tudge is one of my favourite writers, who has much to say on bMORE