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 “The Memory Palace of Trees’ project  has some wind in its sails with this week’s story. Delighted to have forest expert Anna Finke reveal her quirky side.

The world sometimes seems full of chains holding you down. Obligations, goals, commitments, even dreams – sometimes life seems like an eternal wheel spinning ever faster, spinning you along. Everything you do ought to have a purpose, ought to make good use of your time. Even your free time shall be designed perfectly – the right balance between working on projects, yourself, being social, “making progress” on something.

Climbing trees is none of those things. It serves no purpose. Yet, when you only climb upwards and don’t look back there is nothing more purposeful. Your body is doing something it’s inherently been designed to do, you connect with a part of yourself you forgot you had. When your hands touch that first branch then remember lessons you were never taught. They force you to confront a part of yourself you pushed aside a long time ago, buried along with the other useless things.

But it’s not just the climbing. Once arrived, there is the being. Similar to climbing, being in a tree serves no purpose, either. Even worse, there is no goal, nothing to be towards. So you stay. You feel the wood underneath your hands, observe the world around you. Slow down. And from that point of stillness, that point of purposelessness a new understanding emerges: watching the world from up there, perceiving the world the way a being that is born and dies there does, teaches you fundamental lessons. Moving forward, getting somewhere, doing something are not the only modes of living. Being is a mode. Observing is a mode. In the void that the lack of action leaves, the world has a chance to fill you with its knowledge. Because here is the thing: the world, nature, only whispers its lessons. If we humans only march on to the cacophony of noise our race produces, we will ultimately miss out on the millions of other voices, of other ways of being.

So go climb a tree. Not to get somewhere or  to do something, but the opposite: to stand still and listen to the song of the trees. It’s a quiet melody, but a beautiful one.

Anna Finke.

Anna Finke is a Project Manager working at the Asia-Pacific Network for Sustainable Forest Management and Rehabilitation (APFNet) in Beijing since 2017. For her work she travels to forests all over Asia, working with different partners to restore or sustainably manage forests in those regions. Before working at APFNet, she graduated with a Master of Forestry from the Yale School of Forestry and Environmental Studies in 2016 and a Bachelor in International Forest Ecosystem Management from Germany in 2012.

Climbing trees is actually not her job but has become somewhat of a hobby over the past years and now no tree is safe from her.

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people by simply sharing stories. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you. Throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!

Yellow Brick Road -sucrose series -mixed media diam 30cm Niamh Cunningham 2020 image 17.1.2020

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For this week’s tree story I’m very pleased to have a contribution from environmental photographer and writer Kyle Obermann based in Chengdu. He has been working with corporate partners since 2014 to promote and support local conservation groups protecting China’s last wilderness. I met him a few years ago giving a talk about his travels through mountains and forests in China……

My dad loves live trees. He would tell you so in a heartbeat. We grew up planting trees in hopeless places across our yard in central Texas and our jurisdiction somehow included across the street a sundried desolate park full of thorns. We were the only kids crazy enough to play in that park and my dad was the only neighbor crazy enough to stand outside for hours each summer with a watering hose giving life like an IV to those young trees as they wilted in the heat.

One summer, I made it my mission to climb every grown tree in that park and my yard. There weren’t many, they were mostly the scraggly, single limbed, delicately curving types of live oaks that you find across other places in Texas where the soil is too hard and the sun is too hot. They didn’t make for good climbing. I don’t remember if I succeeded that summer, but I do remember sitting in one or two of them for hours at a time doing nothing but feeling the comforting itch of the bark beneath my skin and flicking at little black ants as the shadows of clouds blew through the leaves. I think every kid in a too hot, too boring summer neighborhood has discovered at least one perch in a tree that seems perfectly suited to cradle every inch of the human body.

I went back to that park a few days ago while running through my old neighborhood. Many of the trees we planted were dead, removed, and probably turned into the same mulch we once sprinkled at their bases. Others seem to have not grown an inch, still carrying on the endless task of breaking through either rocks or rock-hard soil to make precious room underground. But one, a bur oak, has exploded. It stands nearly triple the size of all the others, and only a few feet apart. I wonder what made it so different?

Below the bur oak is a porous rock. During high school I once placed an uprooted agave in it to see if it would grow. It’s still alive. Did the other trees not try hard enough or was it an unfair setup from the beginning?

There was one type of tree that always thrived. On exciting and rare summer weekends, my dad would get out his saw and go down into the ravine behind our house to cut down ligustrum. They were invasive trees that won ground either by shading out from above or sucking dry from below any nearby natives. But their branches grew straight as a rod and made the best sticks for sword fights in the backyard. My brother and I bruised many fingers smashing stripped down ligustrum swords at each other, only stopping when mom called us in for dinner a second time.

It wasn’t until I started living in Sichuan that I learned ligustrums were native to that area of China. To my shock, I started seeing ligustrums proudly displayed in parks with species name tags hung like medals around their trunks. Teams of baby pandas learned to climb on them in the Chengdu Panda Base. Girls took selfies under them, mothers tried to find their girls husbands under them, and aged couples danced under them – all the while somewhere in Texas my dad was still getting out his saw and cutting them down. But my brother and I were no longer playing with swords. Thinking of my dad at that moment, it all suddenly seemed more futile when it wasn’t as fun.

But on lonely days in Chengdu seeing ligustrums line the streets outside my apartment brought me great, speechless comfort. Everything appeared more connected – the smell of the ranmian next door, the summer watering hose, bruised knuckles, and my dad’s rusty old saw. The ligustrum leaves seemed to rustle some unintelligible answer to the question why, and even though I didn’t understand it brought me great solace to know that a multitude of swords lay just across the street of my xiaoqu should I ever come in need.

Now, I find myself suddenly back home. My dad has moved, and since his new yard is ligustrum free he’s planted three young peaches and a live oak in the middle of the sunny yard. The live oak, he tells me, is to make sure when he’s gone, developers can’t come and turn our single lot with one house and one yard into two lots with two houses and no yard. There’s some bamboo in the back. Funny how things from familiar places follow you.

Every now and then, when I go on runs in the neighborhood I’ll pass a ligustrum tree. The wind will blow, its leaves will shake, it continues to shade out and dry out surrounding plants , and I catch myself looking up to admire the straightness and sturdiness of its branches against the piercing blue Texas sky.

This tree must go, I think to myself. And then I smell ranmian, and I linger a little while longer.

Kyle Obermann May 2020

www.kyleobermannphotography.com 

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people by simply sharing stories. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you. Each week throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!

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Delighted to be in contact with environmental artist Aviva Rahmani for this weeks tree story .   Here are a few words about her Blued Trees Symphony project.

In June 2016 Reynolds Hills outskirts of New York teams of neighbours and children equipped with buckets of non toxic caesin set out to paint blue waves on selected tree trunks along the trajectory planned for the construction of a fracked gas pipeline. The blue sine waves were musical notes , if viewed from above the undulating score of blued trees were part of a greater symphonic sculpture. 

Rahmani didn’t want to copyright the actual trees as it would too closely echoe Monsantos copyrighting of seeds so instead she copyrighted the entire artwork as a legal statement to the company Spectra to reconsider its construction plans which would pass a little over a 100 feet away from the back up electricity for a nuclear power plant Indian Point.  Alas the contractors for Spectra moved in and six months later the blued trees were gone.  

“Once I designed the project, I released it into the world and just trusted that others would do it right,” said Rahmani of Blued Trees . “We’ve all become part of the same habitat, and we’re all affected in the same ways.” Village Voice 29.06.2016

Other movements of ‘Blued Trees’ have sprung up along other proposed gas pipelines in Blacksburg Virginia, Conestoga Pennsylvania, and other places .

As we chatted by e mail about the current Covid era Rahmani said

“If we imagine Mother Earth is real and sentient, then she has designed the best installation performance event ever to drive home her points: lock up all the humans and make them forage for toilet paper.”

For more information on the project: 

https://www.villagevoice.com/2016/06/29/how-land-art-lived-and-died-to-stop-a-fracked-gas-pipeline-and-how-it-lives-again/

http://ghostnets.com/projects/blued_trees_symphony/blued_trees_symphony.html

A big thank you also to sculptor Jon Hudson for suggesting I contact Aviva Rahmani .

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people by simply sharing stories. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you. Each week throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!

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This weeks story comes all the way from  Athens Georgia US.  There is a white Oak tree according to legend has legal ownership  of itself and the land within eight feet (2.4m) of it’s base. 

In the early 1800’s,  Colonel William H. Jackson,  a professor at University of Georgia gave ownership of the tree and the land within 8 feet on all sides of it, to the tree itself! A marker beside the tree quotes the Professor as saying, “For and in consideration of the great love I bear this tree and the great desire I have for its protection, for all time, I convey entire possession of itself and all land within eight feet of the tree on all sides”.

Sadly, the original owner (tree) that Colonel Jackson so loved, was blown down during a storm in the 1940’s. But, the progeny of this great Oak, a sapling grown from one of its acorns, was planted where its parent once stood and is now the proud owner of the spot. Even though the tree stands alone, it isn’t lonely. It gets quite a few visitors every year.

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people by simply sharing stories. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you. Each week throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!

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I hope you are keeping well and safe .

For this week’s Tree Story /Tree facts I am delighted to be in contact with senior research scientist Prof Peter Crane, Dean of the Yale School of Forestry & Environmental Studies (2009-2016),  director of the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew, (UK) one of the largest botanical gardens in the world (1999-2009)  and current president of Oak Spring Garden Foundation (VA US).  Crane is also author of the book Ginkgo – the tree that time forgot.  

Some Ginkgo Facts:

Solitary and Unique:

There are only five living groups of seed plants, The five groups of living seed plants are: Ginkgo (only 1 species), cycads, conifers, flowering plants (angiosperms) and Gnetales (an obscure group). The ginkgo is the one that consists of just one species. It is solitary and unique and not very obviously related to any living plant.

Is the gingko leaf structure linked to its resilience?

The dichotomous venation of Ginkgo leaves is very strange—I don’t think anyone really understands how it came about—or what its functional significance might be.  In my opinion it is probably a simplification from leaves with more complex venation—but this is far from clear.  I’m not sure that it has anything in particular to do with the resilience of the species.

The ginkgo is mentioned in Chinese literature about 1,000 years ago. This is somewhat late for the cultivation of many plants in China. Evidence indicates that ginkgo was probably always a rather rare tree, and that it first attracted the attention of people about a thousand years ago.  It was moved around and grown for its nuts in China,  during the 14th or 15th centuries eventually  making its way up the coastal trade routes into Korea and Japan.

Peter Crane April 2020

Link: Oak Spring Garden Foundation

Link: Yale Environment 360  online magazine

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people by simply sharing stories. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you. Each week throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!

Second Beech- Mayfield ,sucrose series Niamh Cunningham 倪芙瑞莲 2019

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This weeks tree story is a personal one and perhaps a bit unusual. People often plant trees to remember a loved one who has passed but this story is about chopping down a tree (which had already died many years earlier ) as a kind of tribute to the memory of a loved one .

The Beech Tree

There were two copper beech trees in the garden where I grew up in Carlow Ireland. It is a big garden and my mother continues to tend to it today.   One was near the house and the second was among other trees in the back garden which features in the above artwork.  They shed years of dappled light on the ground where my seven siblings and I played and fought, mended bikes and canoes. I had a privileged childhood.  Many years later one of the beech trees near the house had died,  a cable TV company nailed electric wires multiple times into the bark over several years. We were not customers of this company and did not use or pay for this TV service but they wanted the wire to cross the garden to the next house as it was cheaper than bringing the wire back to the road. A few years later the bark had swallowed the wire , the cable company came to nail new wires , three separate wires were swallowed by the bark and the tree eventually died. The dead tree soared 20 metres  high and threatened to come down crashing down on the house during stormy weather. But the TV company refused to remove their wires.  

The Accidental Academic

My father was ‘an accidental academic’, he remained in school instead of the family farm because of his love for sports – gaelic football and hurling ( hurling is a very fast Irish field sport using a long wooden stick and hard small leather ball) . He also happened to be smart and gained a number of scholarships and later became an award-winning scientist.  He discovered the mode of soil fungal infection in cereals and which he had named ‘Take All’ and had independent articles published Nature in the early 1970’s. A moral and self-disciplined man he conducted matters fairly and always abided by the law. He wrote to the TV company, he got his solicitors to present their letters to the multinational corporation to explain how he needed to cut the dead tree down as it threatened to fall crashing down on the house. The dead beech killed by the wires could no longer be used as a telegraph pole. These letters continued with no response. A few years later my beloved father passed away. All my brothers and sisters were home for the funeral. After contemplating the dead tree we knew we could do this one strange thing to honour Colm Patrick Cunningham (1933-2003). 

There would be no more waiting, we would cut the tree down . No more letters, no  advance warning, no more feeling guilty of the neighbours TV service disrupted , we were going to do this ……. And we did.  

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people by simply sharing stories. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you. Each week throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!

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Delighted this week to have a story from the artist Wu YiQiang吴以强 on a Tree planting project. 

Week 16. Swan Goose Forest oil on canvas 90x 240cm Niamh Cunningham 倪芙瑞莲2020

In 2008, Dongying Art District Beijing I often watched flocks of swan geese flying overhead and alongside this horizon were “lofty aspirations ” of the North drifting artists. In September of the same year the financial crisis swept the globe and since then only the sparrows have been chirping with no swan geese taking to the air.

Perhaps it was due to the heavy haze, maybe it was too hard a struggle to survive. I would like to believe that there are still a large number of swan geese in different habitats   thriving and breeding and that they have changed their flight routes from south to north. There are too many factories in Henan and Hebei. They object to the battalions of chimney stacks lined up with their hateful acrid fumes. These negative environmental markers forced the geese off route.

If you attempt to research these geese online using we chat, it is embarrassing that most results are about how to cook swan geese, introducing braised swan goose in brown sauce , yellow braised geese, the most delicious geese signature dishes! My eyes are lowered, food culture is a twisted evil ! It would appear that too many swan geese bore gifts of so much hope, alas they were all consumed by the diners!

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With little or no new cases it seems we are finally approaching the beginning stage of tentative recovery.

Happy Easter.

Keep well Keep Safe Keep Strong.

This weeks story comes from Carissa Welton . She is an environmental educator and founder of eco minded arts collective, Greening the Beige, that ran in China from 2007 – 2017. Currently she is working on a climate fiction (Cli-Fi) short story series for children.

Sea Blanket sucrose , mixed media, 34x 50 cm Niamh Cunningham 倪芙瑞莲2018

My hometown is Ann Arbor, (Michigan US) which is also affectionately known as ‘Treetown’. The first village in 1824 was named Annarbour. It was named after the early settlers’ wives (both named Anne). However the native tribes called it Kawgeeshkawnick which ironically means “saw drilling place”.

I was thinking about the irony of the term ‘Treehugger’

There is evidence to show that spending time with plants and trees generate immense health benefits such as lower cortisol levels, lower pulse rate and blood pressure. There are specific studies of how trees have helped people with mental illness, ADHD, depression and headaches (Blinded By Science, Matthew Silverstone)

Not only that but the research journal ‘Environmental Pollution’ found that trees prevented 850 human deaths and 670,000 cases of acute respiratory symptoms in 2010 alone. That was due to the tree leaves absorbing harmful gases and blocking particulate matter, resulting in the removal of 17 tonnes of air pollution.

The Japanese have practiced “forest bathing” (shinrin-yoku). There is a book by Dr Qing Li that explains the scientific reasons that trees benefit human health.

Aroma of the forest..

Plants and trees emit substances which help protect themselves from harmful insects and germs. Studies of these  phytoncides have been found to  which increase white blood cell production supporting the immune system.

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you . Each week throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!

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On the edge of the Yunling Mountain forest,  Dali,  Yunnan, there is a family of 150 golden snub-nosed monkeys. Across this forest to the south, there is smaller community of  20 monkeys . The two groups of monkeys were originally a family, but were trapped on two  ” forest islands” separated by a human development. If the two monkey populations continue to be isolated, a likely outcome includes inbreeding, reduction in genetic diversity  and increased risk of extinction of the Yunnan golden monkey.  

The Yunnan Golden Monkey also called the black and white snub nosed monkey because of an evolutionary curiosity of missing nasal bones . The pug nosed primate has other special features of bright red lips which is a status symbol for high ranking males.

The Yunnan snub – nosed monkey is one of 25 most emdangered primates in the world. It is unique to China with more than 3,000 scattered in Tibet and Yunnan. Due to their extremely high altitude habitat , their very existence is a marker for biodiversity. The forest that attracts them provides shelter for other rare animals and plants .

The corridor of trees planted to connect the forest islands include Huashan Pine and Spruce. At high altitudes spruce which is resistant to dry and cold climates is unusual for its longetivity living beyond millenia. At low altitudes the spruce is planted with Chinese Huashan pine , this pine is native to China which conserves water and prevents wind erosion.  

There is a new protection network bringing government protection management agencies, conservation groups like TNC (The Nature Conservancy) , Ant Forest,  social welfare organizations and scientific research institutions. Combined these agencies will monitor monkey populations and habitat health, establish a patrol system to prevent poaching and illegal logging,  restore and reconnect the increasingly patchy landscape. The partners will also educate local communities about conservation and lead community development. Protecting the golden monkey will benefit many other plants and animals across the entire ecosystem.

Note: Ant Forest is an Alipay mobile App and is recognized for inspiring consumers to reduce their carbon footprint , resulting in China’s largest private sector tree planting initiative. It was awarded the UN’s highest environmental honour Champions of the Earth award 2019 .

If you have experience using the Ant Forest app I would love to hear from you . I hope to write separate blog on Ant Forest in the coming weeks .

Link 1 Alipay mobile  app

Link 2 Nature Org 

I would like to thank Zhao Mingshi of the Nature Conservancy(TNC)  ( Forest Carbon) for directing me to the above  story.  

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you . Each week throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!

Barrow Trance  130x 160cm Niamh Cunningham你芙瑞莲2020  

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“We found that trees could communicate, over the air and through their roots. Common sense hooted us down. We found that trees take care of each other. Collective science dismissed the idea. Outsiders discovered how seeds remember the seasons of their childhood and set buds accordingly. Outsiders discovered that trees sense the presence of other nearby life. That a tree learns to save water. That trees feed their young and synchronize their masts and bank resources and warn kin and send out signals to wasps to come and save them from attacks. “Here’s a little outsider information, and you can wait for it to be confirmed. A forest knows things. They wire themselves up underground. There are brains down there, ones our own brains aren’t shaped to see. Root plasticity, solving problems and making decisions. Fungal synapses. What else do you want to call it? Link enough trees together, and a forest grows aware.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory

Memory Palace of Trees 2020 is an ecological art practice which invites your participation to tell a story (or give some kind of information) about trees. It is a social enquiry of how to live better with the planet and with people. You are cordially invited to tell me your story of a tree or trees. (email : niamh@niamhcunningham.com) I would love to hear from you . Each week throughout 2020 a story will be posted with either an artwork already made or perhaps your story will inspire me to make a new work!