Deep time
Cycles
Part One
If it was possible to zoom out on time, I’m sure that cycles are all we’d see. A few years ago mullets and flares were relics. Now those who sport them pioneers of key trends. We are all colonisers, none of us native to this place. Who gets to label a plant 'invasive'? Perhaps it is a deep time leftover, or a trailblazing species. We live in our own cycles of man made time, caged in days and arbitrary weeks. A moon at least is woman made, conceived. See cresting waves of busts and booms - cycles on cycles. The planets complete their sky dances to their own scales, unfathomable to mortal beings with short lives. We mine the past to shape our futures, see inevitabilities in hindsight. Forecast based on experience, flimsy as silk. The tree is a relic and a pioneer. We see it only when we zoom out, from a place of total stillness.
Part Two
The tree is what is left after the loss of the rest. The tree is that which remains. With the boulder, it prepares the way. It goes first and opens (a way). The relic becomes the pioneer. The trauma of loss fuelling the coloniser.