Martin Hiedegger once asked, “Why are there essents [sic] rather than nothing?” Assuming this much is true, we can ask, what do we do with everything? How do we make meaning? The answer may be hidden in the question.
I love being alive in my human body. I love spending time in trees. The organic material that trees are made of fascinates me. What metaphorical and literal relationships begin to form from working with wood? This essay focuses on my embodied experience of being alive and making meaning with wood. I will explore my upbringing, the drive to further my perception, the human tendency to divide, and what is left once I have created an art object.