Not a Gravestone

Caisie died aged seventeen in 2011. Her friends use a silver birch at the Level, a park in central Brighton, UK, as a memorial. All the decorations stuck to and around the tree remind me of poison ivy. The tree is alive yet being choked by the memory of a dead person. I wanted to show what happens when someone notices the details of the decorations and sees beneath them to the beauty of the tree in its natural state. The tree begins to accept its situation and its emotion subsides.

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