This piece is called The Birch Trees. (click to enlarge). Last week, I took/stole/made the opportunity to paint. Instead of doing the things I SHOULD be doing; the To-Do lists, the parenting, the cleaning, the this-that-and-the-other-things that will slowly crush you if you let them. Because sometimes you need to do what fills you up - or you can't keep going. I woke up and painted. I didn't have a plan, but I did have a blank canvas and a few minutes of peace... Of presence. I remember these trees from a time when I was ten years old, horseback riding somewhere I can't remember. I remember these trees from a high school ski trip. I remember these trees from a car ride north with a name I can't be bothered to recall. I remember these trees. I remember the very feeling of being present. Tracing their lines and lights. I remember everything else melting away from me. I remember being one-thing-at-a-time and I remember a soft silence amongst us. And I remember these trees...
Details for: The Birch Trees (2008)
Size: 24 x 36 inches
Medium: acrylic enamel
Base: deep gallery canvas