Tree stumps would preserve a form of memory, a collective memory that unites all the trees in a forest, including the stumps.
According to biologists, the strains even contain memories of very ancient events, essential to the survival of several plant species.
I go into the forest in search of a stump that has unfortunately been dug up, I clean it for the first time on site to allow its inhabitants (insects, slugs, etc.) to find new refuge.
Then I clean it in several stages and then let myself be guided by its ribs, its curves, its memory so that it tells me a story, its history.