Carol Endean Little

Ghosts, 2017

Recycled aged tree limbs, paint

Dimensions variable

Carol Endean Little

Image: Keith Maxwell

The remnants of trees hang suspended; fading memories of forests long gone.

Ghosts is an elegy for all we have lost in our world through our never-ending desire for `more’.
We strip-mine the oceans and land.  We clear-fell.  We take the soil and water.  We pollute.  We cover in concrete and waste. 

We are fools.  It is we who may be the ‘ghosts’ of the future.