Timber, enamel paint, cotton; hand whittled and painted

Populations grow and urbanisation spreads. Forests become cities and natural landscapes become private property. We flatten hills and replace trees with fences as we conquer, control and contain land in pursuit of a little something that we can call ours. A haven divided from the rest of the world by a thin line bordering mine from yours. We cut, shape and mould a home, a garden, a sanctuary from land that provides much of what we need to satisfy our nesting needs. As we continue to spread, to cut and divide, to manipulate and consume our natural resources, how much do we forgo when we can no longer see the forest for the fences?

 

Tags: boundaries, environmental, jewellery, landscape, suburbia, urban sprawl