To cut up trees, chop them into pieces and stack it all up again in a new order.
What a silly endeavor.
Sure, in order to dry well, it needs to be piled up, maybe also to not take up so much space and to be readily accessible.
I can’t help it; I’m fascinated with the look of firewood stacked up this way.
I deliberately pile them up quite randomly, without any conscious intention of appearance, and then I look in amazement what comes out.
Pictures, landscapes, structures that do contain the original, intricate message of a tree but show it in an entirely new context.
It’s not the sad ruin of a perfectly beautiful tree but the creation of a new beauty that was already there but only hidden.
Isn’t this how we always deal with reality?
We cut it up and rearrange it.
And then we believe what we see and forget that we made it up ourselves.
Isn't it really foolish to waste your time paying attention to something like this?
If we would be more aware of how we are constructing our own reality, all of us, and all the time, not only some crazy artists – if we would see it as an intrinsic attribute of our minds that rules our lives, we might indeed often be a little more careful with our actions.