While this is an old story, invoking metaphors tied into our natural/lived/felt/breathing environment, at this time holds a particular force as we witness growing ecological destruction, capitalist capture of natural commons, and brutal wars waged on ancient lands of sacred trees, life-giving rivers and seas. The state of climate (literal) is an analogy for (and has a direct impact on) the climates (socio-political) in which our social justice movements exist.

The metaphor holds relevance for building and sustaining feminist movements because while trees seem and stand individually, they can only hold up and thrive because of the systems of reciprocity, care and strategy they facilitate under the surface of the earth - making for lush forests. The metaphor isn’t only about thriving and sustaining but also about what can be learnt from survival and decay (nature isn’t always kind to everyone). The place of pain in our systems. 

Installation, participatory art for gathering, in a time of isolation, confusion, and exhaustion. Movements are grown in waves, and the tree residency is an offering to conserve our energy and provide shade to rest under, to contemplate, and breathe.