Art is more than ink on paper, or paint to cloth, or the vibrating strings of sound. The art of anything is not to be found in its beauty or deformity, but in the process of its creation. The breaths made in exploration and discovery, stumbling through our forests for a place to rest and only stopping when one good enough is found --that is the true art. What's left to experience are the marks of breath, trails and patterns that reveal where they drew.
fouressence is a studio of art, covered in with the writing, music, and design of our forests. This site is a map of trails, a guide to the marks we've made. And if you look the other direction, opposite where we've been, a glimpse to where we're going.
Footsteps into the forest flow the other way, thrown apart, stride in run. Holding in wait, long enough to look beneath, they make their way forward, deep. Breath taken of forest air tastes the ash from dying and worn trees; they're ready to bloom. The river falls dark, dirtied to carry what it can. The wet makes its mark, cast shadows running to where they'll land. Then gone, left only the impression of where it was.
Please feel free to explore.