Thanks Zig. Seeing it had a similar effect on me. In particular the cliché of the industrious beaver challenged the resistance I'm feeling today. I thought, What if I had to gnaw tree bark to stay alive? At the same time I was appalled by the imminent death of this twenty-foot maple. I had to reconcile my admiration for a creature as unusual and secretive as the beaver with my love of trees. There are no good guys or bad guys in nature, we're all just trying to survive in whatever way we're designed.
Apart from all that, I loved the way the texture of the bites interacted with the colour of the wood. Something darkly poetic about that.
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Date: 2003-09-24 07:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-24 08:01 am (UTC)Apart from all that, I loved the way the texture of the bites interacted with the colour of the wood. Something darkly poetic about that.
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Date: 2003-09-24 08:24 am (UTC)But with the title and the painting angle, I was thinking destroyed tree, actual beaver, OR beaver of naughty slang. So many possibilities.
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Date: 2003-09-24 08:31 am (UTC)