Holly – our canine collaborator RIP

Holly came to us as a rescue dog in 2005. She lived with us until her death in December 2017. Thank you for all the adventures Holly.

Holly came to us as a rescue dog in January 2005. She lived with us until her death in December 2017. Thank you for all the adventures Holly!


Creating an ecological art practice centered on where you live, brings attention to all the inhabitants that contribute to your home.

For us, our dog Holly, was a living, breathing, furry presence, everyday patrolling, sniffing about in Hollywood forest. She lent her name to my work from the very start, as I clearly remember one afternoon in 2008 having the idea for an ongoing art forest practice while she was walking with me through the trees. Maybe it was her idea all along.

Holly’s presence was important. As the transformation of Hollywood forest evolved towards a permanent mixed species forest through periodic thinning of the monoculture Sitka spruce plantation,  native tree seedlings began appearing across the forest floor amongst the older trees. These new seedlings are the forest regenerating. As these tree seedlings and saplings are very attractive, like lettuce, to rabbits, hares etc., Holly saw off any intruder quick smart.

Holly also welcomed people and art students to the forest. She was part of the Hollywood Forest Story and her image on the website posts, always saw the ratings soar.

A special part of being with a dog in a forest is how a dog can more deeply connect you to things humans overlook. Thank you Holly xxx


To Learn From Animal Being


Nearer to the earth’s heart,
Deeper within its silence:
Animals know this world
In a way we never will.
We who are ever
Distanced and distracted
By the parade of bright
Windows thought opens:
Their seamless presence
Is not fractured thus.
Stranded between time
Gone and time emerging,
We manage seldom
To be where we are:
Whereas they are always
Looking out from
The here and now.
May we learn to return
And rest in the beauty
Of animal being,
Learn to lean low,
Leave our locked minds,
And with freed senses
Feel the earth
Breathing with us.
May we enter
Into lightness of spirit,
And slip frequently into
The feel of the wild.
Let the clear silence
Of our animal being
Cleanse our hearts
Of corrosive words.
May we learn to walk
Upon the earth
With all their confidence
And clear-eyed stillness
So that our minds
Might be baptized
In the name of the wind
And light and the rain.
― John O’Donohue
From To Bless the Space Between Us: 
A Book of Blessings