dreamcatching
This journey started in the woods of the Hoh Rainforest in Washington state. The hanging ferns, moss and all things wet and wild. It was a bizarre and otherworldly place. A palace of trees, undergrowth of giant ferns, moss covered logs, ground and up the sides of everything. The tiny leaved ferns hanging from the tree branches, soaking up the moisture from the air and using the trees as a support. Next stop, Deer Isle, Maine. Lace lichen covering trees in the woods. Walking through spindley forests with lichen encrusted branches, the bark underneath blackened by decay. The trees slowly giving way to its ultimate death and looks all the more sad because it appears to be choking from the lichen. The ground is littered with small pine cones and sometimes there is a stray oak giving up sweet little acorns.
As I was walking through the forests of Maine, I could not not collect. The little bits of this and that would become something. I took some lichen and the decayed branch came with it and there it was! A little something to hang. The idea of catching dreams - especially the dreams of little people. Simply dreaming. What a gift.
I carried the collected goodies from Maine to Toronto, to New York City, and now in Hamilton, Ontario. With the right headspace, motivation and light, I made five small dream catchers just the right size for dreams the size of children.
This is a simple exercise, that is how I see it anyway. An interlude between this and something else or more. What that more is, I am not sure, maybe it is more developed, conceptualized, deeper meaning or just nothing, it is complete… and it usually spurs another idea…hopefully.