In the redwood groves of northern California there is a magical thing that happens, a result of what we might call a tragedy, a blight:
Fire sweeps through the forest
clearing away all of the underbrush around these magnificent trees
creating a mulch on the woodland floor
and popping the hard seed casings that house the little Redwood blueprints...
the chaos and heat of fire is the only way a new tree can take root.
Well, I say 'hallelujah' to that; it seems to echo our own human spiritual growth patterns, does it not?
We burn in the fires of whatever consumes us:
and from that total consumption, something once hard gets cracked open and we see (if we look, oh please please always look)
a new beginning
a release of old patterns
the fresh experience of life in this new raw skin...
What looks like destruction
to our beauty-loving eyes
a painful gift.
These pieces are made to look as though they went through fire to get to the beautiful place they're currently in:
heavily oxidized, fiercely brushed...
They show the beauty of transformation,
a representation of renewed spirit in metal...