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The Center (http://www.thecenterpalos.org/) at Palos Park, IL hosted an Outdoor Women’s Retreat this summer. Tree stories were shared with some of the results below. Thank you Lois Lauer for sending these images.
 

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I wanted to share an incredible project relating to trees entitled “Seasons Rewound”—and the artists who created it, Barbara Pankratz and Barbara Johnston, both from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

They described it as a book five feet tall with an open back page spread that is 7 feet across. They used paper called weed block that they were able to purchase in 25 feet rolls, 3 feet across. They built all the pages then drew, painted and cut. There are three layers, the background layer, the tree layer then a little layer in the front with seven openings. The covers are matt board covered with painted canvas.

They mentioned that they spent one day a week for three years working on it. As they said it really was all about the process—they were not really concerned about the end product and they both felt the book literally made itself.

It was a wonderful collaboration. In their words: “The natural world is at the heart of everything we both do creatively. This oversize book was our attempt to represent a deep emotional and sensory connection to the changing seasons and to communicate our “larger-than-life” enthusiasm for the stunning visual experience this constant cycle affords.”image001 image002 image003 image004

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Several years ago a hurricane came very far inland in North Carolina and my parents lost many trees they loved very much, including a large black walnut. I made a table top out of one large slab and paper out of some of the bark, curtains for my house and a book for my father. A small mill operator was able to come to the land and mill many of the large trees on site into lumber that is stacked and ready to build with. Someday they hope to build a house with it.

Contributed by Ann Silverman, Columbus OH

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In today’s mail, a sweet envelope, a single paper round with a stitched tree painted with “walnut ink made by Emma and Carol from a 100+ year old tree on our farm.”

Submitted by Carol Thomas, Illinois

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Have you ever climbed a tree? Do you have a favorite tree or a magical path through the woods?

Join the Treewhispers forest of stories by sending your handmade paper rounds with your tree story/art/poetry. Your submission will be included in the upcoming exhibition Bridge and Joutras Galleries in the Regenstein Center at the Chicago Botanic Garden, Glencoe, Illinois, January 14 through April 8, 2012 as well as all future exhibitions.

How have trees inspired and informed you?

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It’s always a great day when handmade paper rounds arrive in the mailbox.

An envelope showed up in February from Lani Schuster—she included a note reminding me that we were introduced by Cecile Webster at the Columbia College Book and Paper Alumni Exhibit, About Time. (It’s all about connections, you know…) Lani shared that the piece she exhibited there was inspired by Treewhispers. It was a tree cross-section with an outer ring made of folios to represent the self-healing process a tree truck undergoes when it loses a limb.

Her contributed round as seen here, was inspired by the sight of plastic bags entangled in tree branches—a sight that really irritates her—and me, quite frankly. While Treewhipers invitation is for handmade paper, this is one out of the box that I simply must include.

One of the last exhibits that I saw with my mom before she graduated from this life, was one that we happen to stroll through at the Sioux City Art Center. An artist rendered graphite images of delicate fly-away plastic bags tangled in tree branches, barbed wire fences—where ever they happened to be captured. With this image—the time, the winds, the sounds, the place—were all documented. I wish I could remember the artist’s name. It was a fascinating exhibit. Although I too despise the plastic floating in the environment, I can’t help but think of those precious moments that I shared with my mom—observing another’s observations of the world—just as it was. It’s about connections, you know…


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