Gransurring
There are few places that we are more connected to existence as a human beeing as in the forrrest. One feels sorrounded by nature, by plants, stones, hubs and trees. It is all so close. You hear your own footsteps; breathe, the wind in the treetops, smell trees, moss, plants, - even animals. All the trees limit the view, as you in a way are inside nature, being a part of it.
Here it is so temting to make a sign or a marker. Not to destroy nature, but a symbolic act to say that I am a part of this too. This is all that “Gransurring” (Firtree lashing”) is about.
Then, over time, nature takes this sign away. It all goes back to what it was before I came along and did this act of art. We co-operate, nature and I, create together, over time, - an everchanging piece of art or nature or both. I like thinking of that.
