Today I noticed something peculiar while I was having a walk with the dog in the foggy forest. The road was muddy so I decided to go away from the path, and then I saw this weird tree stump:
This tree must have been cut down years ago and it doesn't look like there were any new sprouts coming out, but to me it's obvious that the stump was trying to close and heal the devastating wound for a very long time. I looked at the other tree stumps around and they all looked different - just a clean cut, no bark trying to close it. I was wondering whether this tree was different or maybe the place it was growing at.
This might be something very normal and I just didn't notice before, but it made me think of how indestructible life actually is. It's not fragile at all, it's huge, it's beyond measure. Just our human petty egos are fragile. Life doesn't give a shit, it persists! And so does freedom and creativity! They will try to cut it down, to poison it, to bury it, but it will keep coming back even better and stronger!
Anyway, this tree also made me think of this old painting of mine:
The Wound, 1996
Collage/acrylic on fiberboard
50 x 40 cm / 19.69 x 15.75 in
