A series of photographs taken by the participants of the first Tree Stories workshop on 14 October 2014. They are all in and around Graves Park, Sheffield (at the entrance from Norton Village).
Events - Workshop 2: Print Making Workshop
Ecclesall Woods & JG Graves Woodland Discovery Centre (Ecclesall Woods), Sheffield, 14 April 2015
Part 1 - the morning session involved a field trip through Ecclesall Woods
Part 2 - the afternoon session was an indoor art workshop at the JG Graves Woodland Discovery Centre, off Abbey Lane, Sheffield and was led by Tansy Lee Moir
Events - Discovery Day
Chantrey Centre, Norton, Sheffield - 30 October 2014
Sharifa: I am a cherry tree with sweet smooth bark. I was munching leaves, silent, still.
She was tiny, long curly hair, talking loud, a princess with a crown who smiles all day. She came from her house.
I felt scratchy, itchy, bumpy.
I wished for a coin to be put in me so I could have a wish, a wish for a cherry.
Thea Greaves: I am an immense holly tree in the calm tall woods. Two tall girls came out of nowhere – they both had curly hair – one blond, the other had black. They both had huge rucksacks.
I was peacefully listening to the graceful birds singing. I could see dogs chasing the shy squirrels up me. I could smell the damp air as it was raining during the night. I could feel the cold air wrapping me like a blanket.
They both dumped their bags down. They sat underneath me for a while. Then they got out their knives and carved into ME!
Aisha: I am a large holly in the deep scary woods. I was standing watching the birds flying around in my branches.
A beautiful girl came out of nowhere. She was terrified(?) Then she closed her eyes and granted a magic wish as she stabbed me.
I felt very scared and shocked and I started to get angry. Maybe I was a magic tree.
Aria: I am an isolated palm tree on a distant island. The diverse grains of sand separate me from the sea.
A devilish old crooked sailor covered in his long beard still growing on his worn out face. His beard was like my roots spread deeply through the ground of his little island – that means the matter of life or death.
I was marked ‘SOS – if you see this message please don’t lose hope in search of me. I have been here for many months, only bananas to sustain my mortal soul.
I stood tall in search of stranded sailors that are in need of food. I will give them shelter, food and a chance of hope, life for the next few months or so.
I wish I could take him to his home and stand back on my island in search of any other people. I would be the guard of the sea. I could become human, I could go on an adventure.
Makhi: I am a fat tree like a big fat bottom. I am looking at birds in the deep dark woods.
Along the path a boy came with a weird eye – dragon eyes – and three arms.
Then he marked me with a cheese knife – ‘you are a silly tree.’
I felt sad because he wrote horrible words – He called me a big bottom tree.
Fatima Wright: I am a giant cherry tree in a peaceful wood with sheep around me. I was listening to the birds and the squirrels were chasing everywhere in July.
A girl came out of nowhere and marked me right on my bark. She had a beautiful dress on. She looked ill (?) and her name was Ellie Wright.
I felt surprised to see a girl in the middle of the woods carving hearts and stars on me.
The marks were love hearts and stars and she used a tree knife to cut the marks.
I felt really sad to see the girl go because I enjoyed her so much.
Parsa: I am an enormous tree which overlooks everyone, middle sized in a distant island. Rarely anyone is there. I stand proud, demoralising the other trees.
I was watching birds, listening to their music, sipping water, smudging soil.
He approached me from the bushes, wearing T shirt, jeans. He was angry.
Then with a penknife he stuck it in, but he was pretty weak – it tickled. He wrote an X.
I wondered why he wrote an X, why he was full of anger and why he did it to me.
Maybe he had lost someone or he might have been sad. Why did he hold a knife?
I felt tickled because he was weak. I was surprised – he came out of nowhere.
These are some of the examples of the artwork created on the day, using salt dough, carving and print-making. This was a way of creating our own tree stories without harming any trees! We took inspiration from our walk round Graves Park, Sheffield.
If you would like to try making your own salt dough creations, please download the recipe instruction by clicking the link to the right (requires Adobe Acrobat Reader). Opens in new tab/window). For further downloads, ideas and information please see how to GET INVOLVED...
A selection of images from the event launch, Saturday, 24 October 2015. The event was opened by Ian Rotherham, artist Tansy Lee Moir and writer/poet Sally Goldsmith, both major contributors to the Tree Stories project.