‘My tree story comes from childhood memories in my hometown in Inner Mongolia. Back then there were relatively few winter fruits. The happiest times were when my young friends and I would feast on sea- buckthorn berries which had been frozen in the snow.’
If sea buckthorn berries are not frozen it is near to impossible to pick these bright orange tiny pumpkins, apart from the long razor-sharp thorns the berries hold on tight to the branch and have a very thin skin so the tug you need to free them squishes them to a pulp.
雪甜 March 2020
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 : firstname.lastname@example.org) 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!