“In sacred space everything is done so that the environment creates a metaphor.” Joseph Campbell
Charleston simply oozes story and history. So does nearby Edisto Island, the last undeveloped sea island in South Carolina. The Gullah elders called the island ‘Paradise’, and even now, she is known as the Sacred Eden Isle. The trees in the lowcountry, and the respect for the natural world, particularly these great live oaks, protected by law, and native to the Southern states, are a large part of what makes this part of the world so unique, and so evocative.
Good art takes me somewhere else. It either reflects for me my own story, or requires of me. It asks questions, it notices. The great live oaks stand as grandmother trees for me; this one grows in the Magnolia Cemetery. She feels like a dancing, strong old woman. She has survived hurricanes and drought, all the while twisting and curving in her growth toward heaven. Art inspires us and it exists all around us, like the sacred spaces these graceful dancing trees create.