Timmy's cup....pink lighter.....two more rim-rolling cups.....glass explosion! Dodge! Whew, traveling through the deep green rainforest of the Oceanside Highway the garbage seems so out of place.
To an artist who prides herself in re-using and recycling most of my pieces, I find it almost impossible not to stop and use this 'waste' to its highest potential and create something beautiful with it. An old buckle here, a piece of bent metal there, where does all of this come from and what are we going to do about it? It scars the ditches of sweet peas and daisies and is evidence of a human footprint spreading into what wilderness we have left. Is it my responsibility to pick up these things and use them? Is it somebody's job? It seems like I would be the only person along these lonely kilometers that cares for these scraps, but I'm sure I'm not the only one.
In Fanny Bay, we meet another pack-rat with a purpose, George Sawchuck, a sculptor whose creative genius draws people from near and far to take a wander through the "Wacky Woods". George leads us through two of his workshops, overflowing with the most amazing 'junk' transformed into art. Each sculpture speaks boldly of the society we live in, and the artist explains that the world speaks in over 6000 languages, but sees in only one. The sacred-ness of water, and the preservation of our precious resources is something that shines through many sculptures, as well as conflict related to capitalism, oil monopoly, and our constant push for economic growth.
We wander past a huge garden, kept green and happy by George's wife Pat, and into the ancient mossy forest that encircles their beautiful home. The woods have been transformed over many years, random discarded objects pieced together, woven into the trees themselves, to tell a story. Mirrors imbeded into old nurse logs reflect the gentle light filtering through the great green canopy, and mossy groves are alive with elfin treasures. The story isn't obvious, but these woods whisper of freedom - the kind that is found only amongs trees and good friends, when we speak without fear, and create the world we believe in around us.
Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.
-Goethe
In Fanny Bay, we meet another pack-rat with a purpose, George Sawchuck, a sculptor whose creative genius draws people from near and far to take a wander through the "Wacky Woods". George leads us through two of his workshops, overflowing with the most amazing 'junk' transformed into art. Each sculpture speaks boldly of the society we live in, and the artist explains that the world speaks in over 6000 languages, but sees in only one. The sacred-ness of water, and the preservation of our precious resources is something that shines through many sculptures, as well as conflict related to capitalism, oil monopoly, and our constant push for economic growth.
We wander past a huge garden, kept green and happy by George's wife Pat, and into the ancient mossy forest that encircles their beautiful home. The woods have been transformed over many years, random discarded objects pieced together, woven into the trees themselves, to tell a story. Mirrors imbeded into old nurse logs reflect the gentle light filtering through the great green canopy, and mossy groves are alive with elfin treasures. The story isn't obvious, but these woods whisper of freedom - the kind that is found only amongs trees and good friends, when we speak without fear, and create the world we believe in around us.
Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.
-Goethe
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