We’ve neglected the arts of late. That simply won’t do:
“Trees are like human beings,” says the performance artist Marina Abramovic. “They have intelligence. They have feelings. They communicate with each other. And also, they are perfectly silent listeners. You can complain to them.” And letting out your frustrations about a dire 2020 to a tree is exactly the advice the artist is giving the public.
Ah, the practical and the profound, together at last.
The participatory performance Complain to a Tree is the latest addition to the “Abramovic Method”—a series of exercises developed by the artist for practicing being present—which she will reveal on a new Sky Arts programme. Abramovic is taking over the TV channel for five hours on 5 December, to teach audiences about performance art.
At which point, regulars of this parish may feel a little superior, more culturally elevated, given their familiarity with said artistic form.
But back to the humanoid trees:
Don’t immediately hug the tree.
No, of course. That would be foolish.
Just feel the energy of the tree. Even not touching it but just holding your hands a little bit above.
Much better.
And then complain your heart into it. This is the whole idea.
The entirety, one might say. The total vastness of the idea.
Have any of you ever complained to a tree before? No. So this is something that you will be doing for the first time. This is like a journey into the unknown.
I know. It’s one thrill after another.
I hope we can create some kind of trend, that actually people are going to run to the parks and start complaining to the trees. This is one way of healing at this moment of our history.
Because howling at trees will make us better, you see. More well-adjusted.
negativity… is absorbed into the bark of the tree. And you feel rejuvenated.
You heard the lady. Get thee to the nearest park. And do let us know how it goes.
It seems to be the height of privilege to demand that trees do emotional work without compensation.
It’s also the height of white privilege to demand that brown bodies (albeit ones with leaves) do emotional work without compensation. It’s literally slavery. I can’t even.
“Speak to the trees!” – the new version of “talk to the hand”?
I dunno, but I’m definitely planning to use “Oh, tell it to a tree!” the next time somebody starts haranguing me about privilege.
Stoutcat, this has to be the same Marina Abramovic who is into “spirit cooking” as well. Don’t look that up unless you have a strong stomach.
I doff my hat to you sir.
I did expect the subject was going to involve geography . . . .

Those trees might want to be, ah, watered . . .
Those trees might want to be, ah, watered . . .
. . . . and, of course, for that matter, the “performance” “artist” might be in need of a moment of criticism . . .
—And, oh, yes, that is Sid Caesar there, isn’t it . . .
SSo, what happens when the tree tells them to bugger off because they are being pathetic little whiners and it doesn’t want to hear their crap?
Complain that you can’t go anywhere… to a tree?
Don’t be surprised if it drops a branch on your head.
Ancient wisdom somehow related
And note also that
(Here, as elsewhere, ‘man’ embraces ‘woman’.)
Barking
You’d be better off parking in Dorking and walking.
My dog did an extraordinary amount of complaining to the maple tree in my yard today.