Posted on October 28, 2007

As far as I can remember, wood has always triggered in me pictorial or sensorial memories or associations. Everybody knows the saying “If trees could talk”. Well, what about if wood would have a soul ?…Lets say its soul is what I imagine, remember  or associate when touching, looking , smell or hear about a given type of wood. Somebody mentioning to me the word “Acaccia” and it automatically brings me back 50 years when helping my Dad cut acaccia trees in our 2 acres private forest in France. My Dad used that wood to shape spikes for cart wheels. Smelling freshly cut dried oak reminds me of the oak lumberyard I always went hiding in my youth. Maple of course reminds most people of Canada. Looking at poplar wood and I see rows of beautiful and proud poplar trees lining some French roads. I can see them bending under the wind and I also see crows flying into it to tend to their nest.


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