Do rubber trees dream of the rainforest?

What is it like to be a rubber tree?
I measure each leaf of Betty and Bossi and observe their growth. I touch their slightly wooden stems and the large mid-vein of Bossi’s youngest, somewhat succulent leaf. Betty‘s leaves display subtle hues of white and pink; one leaf bears a scar, burnt from unfiltered sunlight after having grown up in a greenhouse.

Is there an ultrasonic outcry from Betty when a leaf is removed?
I use my two vegetal companions, Betty and Bossi, as models to investigate an otherworldly consciousness.

In doing so, this work examines scientific practices and the moral and ethical considerations of keeping houseplants. It documents a reconnection with natural realms from which we are constantly alienating ourselves.

rubengutzat.com