“Art is a wound turned to light.” ─anon
Posted on May 9 by Karen Hood-Caddy
It started when I saw two men fire up chain saws and begin dismembering an old tree on my street. Huge, gnarled and majestic, the tree was one of my favourites. Heartsick, I watched the men. Should I try and stop them? Would they listen or would I just end up getting myself arrested? As a single parent, I didn’t have the option of going to jail.
My response was to write about it.