Day 3 on this skidding painting, not done yet…
I’m exhibiting my logging paintings next week. Eleven paintings that celebrate the work of logging.
I got several comments from bloggers that logging makes them sad. I’ve thought a lot about this. In the Central Interior of BC, logging is what we do. All of my family has worked in the forest industry. Logging puts food on all our tables.
I’ve done artwork about the forest for many years. I painted the many different changes that happen to the forest. I was inspired by the pine beetle epidemic that killed almost all of our pines in BC, our most common tree. Logging also changes the forest, so I decided to do a painting about logging. My brother, a logging contractor, invited me to go along to work with him and so for two years I’ve been making paintings about the work of logging and the logged scenery.
It may seem strange, but I find beauty in the chaos of a cutblock. I know the trees will grow again. I don’t think logging is perfect, but it doesn’t make me sad.