11" x 14" Oils
I think this is only the second tree I've ever painted. For some reason painting a tree has been daunting to me.
Trees are so awesome...how could it not be daunting to try and capture their essence? How could I possibly do them justice? They represent so much don't they. Strength, beauty, respite, shade, comfort, memories, and on and on. Any tree you've planted in your yard probably has a story.
I remember my husband and my kids digging up a "huge" tree and moving it from the front yard to the back yard. On a recent trip back, 25 years later, ...it is "still there" and even "huger" than it was then.
I remember planting cuttings from my Grandfather's peach tree that eventually grew as tall as the house showering white blooms every Spring. And forsythia bushes that practically became trees started from a snatch of roots from Nanny's yard in the 70s.
Outside my window right now is a Japanese Maple Judy gave me...a friend right beyond the pane.
That's what a garden is to me. In the South we call it "the yard". More than the colors and blooms and textures and berries, all of which I love, it is the story that each plant tells that matters to me.
So back to my tree. I love it. Isn't it beautiful? I struggled with it. It's looser and more layered than I usually paint. My friend helped me. He could see what I couldn't. Together we made quite a work of art I think. And I am confident enough now to paint another tree and it will be a dogwood.
There is a big story about dogwood trees...
Just waiting for them to bloom.