I do a lot of random things. Doodling. Writing. Website. Plant. Reading. Fungi. Smiley Facing. Etc. Maybe I lack focus. Maybe I should be known for one of these things by now. I could try, but I want a mode of being that isn't tied to my role in production or consumption. If you're maintaining a consistent vibe or have a brand, you're easier to parse, sell, buy, digest, hire, fire, share. Of course, is this actually a choice or just how I am? Do I need to defend my decisions or essence?
|words are produced at an alarming rate|
|mistaking the cup|
|for the water|
Have you ever smelled black walnut? It's fresh and intoxicating - a sharp astringent acrid smell! Ending with the bitter tang of walnut.
I mentioned the wonders of black walnut fragrance to my dad while he was resting. He shared that once he had ringworm on his chest (a red circle that was inflamed). His grandpa told him to take black walnut juice and rub it on it. So he crushed a black walnut and rubbed the juice on it. Turned his skin dark and got rid of the ringworm.
There are many reasons why people grow plants - for food, to get rid of ring worm, for oxygen or the ever-popular "looks."
All plants are worthy of praise - every root system is the foundation of an altar. I recognize that all plants have inherent beauty, but I cannot deny that I am drawn to specific plants for idiosyncratic, socio-cultural reasons. Some cause and effect that created me, created the image of the plant, created our interaction, created my fascination, I recognize and participate in the fascination and adoration.
Haremint has been my focus for many years - and recently other xeric/drought-loving plants - and from that, I have thought a lot about rabbits. I have drawn rabbits for years, drawn them from everything I see. Rabbits started out as a stand-in for haremint, a symbol for the plant itself. Rabbits and hares carry all the beautiful associations - swiftness, multiplication, softness, madness - of the plant itself.