Octobre vous me manquez

As a young woman in Africa, I was deeply affected by the intensive deforestation of the primary forest in order to plant coffee and cocoa.
From that time, I still remember the convoys of trucks loaded with large trunks piled up, the smell of fire, the rapid disappearance of animals and long before the current belated awareness, my anguish at the idea of the dramatic consequences that this destruction would have on the environment and the entire living world.
My real name comes from the oak tree and from generation to generation, my family has worked and loved wood.
My relationship with trees is therefore very strong:
African trees of course, but also olive trees, oaks, umbrella pines, acacias... For me, trees are the backbone of the world, they tell us our own story, teach us wisdom and verticality.
I often work in mixed media, with a finish of oil paint on paper or prints in order to find the texture of the bark, the vein of the leaf, the wrinkled aspect of the trunk where my stories are buried. Do not try to decipher my texts. Only the tree can read them.
Ly-Rose

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