Walking home, jilted, one late summer’s night it is a delight to stumble upon these tree stumps from Brazil and further a field. The roots carve into each other and infinitely bend into twisted curves providing a mesmering road to nowhere for the eyes to follow. The chap I thought was more than a friend is walking away, no longer an acquaintance and I start the task of finding something else to love.
I have been dumped in the grounds of the Natural History museum where the cycles of life itself feels like old relationships. The beige hue of the tree bark holds a spectrum of colour tones in the wood from hundreds of years of growing in a tropical forest. The exotic location is given a visual stimulus when the tree stumps are viewed in bright white sunlight. Equally the unforgiving rain on this selection of nature’s masterpieces imprints a muddy tone to the wood giving the outdoor exhibition a spooky echo of English woodland.
The vast girth of these trees is such that even the most committed hippy would struggle to hug. There is a feeling you can see the wood for the trees because the enormity of each stump is breathtaking making it easy to scale up the display to get a bigger picture of a living forest. By contrast the fine detail of the root structure is mind blowing as it proves such minute root tips can support such a gargantuan beast.
The unearthed roots, pulled like my emotions out of the ground by nature’s force, are parked on plinths next to the evergreen Wellington Pine that sturdily carries traditional coloured lights, just like Christmas. This emphasises the dead nature of these exhibits offering a reminder that extinction is a permanent status. Inside the museum, the story is told of the Dodo for example and other less fortunate species who, like me, one night ran out of love. The bewitching quality of this collection displayed on blocks on the green outside the museum spells out the danger of working against nature. No one can walk by without walking through the collection of tree stumps and touching one. This is at least true during the late nights I stop by and ironically it feels like a living museum.
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