Fog and Fire

Fire and Fog
It’s January 4, 2020. A deep fog envelopes our house and garden this early morning. Outdoor sounds are muffled. Tiny tree branches blur against a wet sky that closes in like a blanket. It’s the way the artist in me feels when one train of thought ends and another seems so vague on the horizon. Questions form from what I read in Loren Eiseley’s book The Unexpected Universe. I want to visualize more pieces like I did in a 2015 series of work “Earth House: Nature’s Dream & Us”. But I am conflicted because Australia is burning. The Brazilian rainforest is burning. Will the living lungs of the planet survive?  Does nature in the great River of Life even have a chance under these conditions that a foggy-brained humankind has wrought?

Lungs of the Planet