As an artist I feel I want to somehow obliquely tell the story of one’s time on Earth. As the title of this complex woodcut suggests, with the backdrop of our political elite shunning responsibility for taking action now to avert the worst outcomes of climate catastrophe, I have tried to make an image that celebrates the reseeding of Earth.
Here a small individual action of growing flowers in a field can affect positive change, negate some of the doom and gloom most of us feel, and I hope in some small way acts as an image that defies a universal feeling of dread and despair at the state we’re in. The plants cannot be identified specifically as examples of flora we come across in everyday life. But I hope their strangeness connects to what might be conjured out of the primordial soup that feeds life - TH
Excerpt from Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot…
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives….on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.