The Sigh

The Sigh looks at our relationships with the forest - the images we make, the keepsakes we take away, the individual and collective dreams, fantasies, stories and myths that we construct. I spent many months in the depths of the forest and imagined the fallen trees as listening elders, the upturned stumps as ears, sensory tunnels into the forest mind. I found myself quietly apologising for our poor custodianship. In response to my confessions the forest returned a weary sigh, perhaps a sigh of relief, that in the end we’d be the first to leave this shared planet.

you have no need for words

and yet you are a talking book

you ask for nothing

you the cryptic host

and me the guest, the parasite

your toppled elders have the priest's ear

inviting apology, remorse, confession

with a sigh

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