The Tree
The Tree

“I don’t know what it means. It’s a swing, it could mean a lot of things. But what I know for certain is that its entirely useless. You can’t sit on it – you’d fall and bruise yourself. Maybe it’s a joke. A kind of existential statement. A nihilistic reminder. It’s a symbol, it’s a sign, it’s a thing. It moves only when the wind pushes it and dies when the rain weighs it down. But it seems important, feels consequential, as far as material things can be those things. It sticks out. There’s something – some thing – that draws you to it. But maybe the tree just needed it, maybe it was lonely, and what else do you tie to a tree besidesĀ a swing?”

 

Materials: yarn, sticks