“Everything changes and nothing remains still …
you cannot step twice into the same stream.” Heraclitus
I walk through a park almost daily. It is never the same park twice. Yesterday I passed beneath an elm, my feet ankle deep in a soft carpet of fallen seeds in their springy green husks. I filled my bag with handfuls of them and later the same day turned them into a suite of eco collographs. The above is one of them.
Earlier in the week I passed a pleasantly prickly hour picking blackberries and turned them into 3lbs of zingy blackberry jam. (Next time I go blackberrying I won’t wear white pants – by the time I’d finished I looked like I’d been savaged by The Hound of the Baskervilles).
What park will I find there tomorrow? I’m hoping for more blackberries, to turn into blackberry vinegar.
I like finding things to turn into other things.
Poetic Mapping: Walking Into Art 
Your foraging adventures sound like great fun. I love the eco collagraphs you are making from found things – they have a very peaceful, organic look to them.
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Nothing tastes better than foraged food and the process of collecting is delightful in good weather and draws attention to the wonders of Nature. I like that each and every print is a complete surprise. It’s also very portable as I’m in the process of moving house so its very difficult to do much art. I am looking forward to developing these prints into larger works. In the meantime, I can snatch an hour or so a day to do this almost anywhere I go. I’m building up a huge stack of them to ‘play’ with later on when the dust settles. 🙂
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It will be exciting to see where they go next. Good luck with your move.
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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