The end of the school year always means traveling to the east coast to family and incredible comfort zones. This piece was done from a memory of Portsmouth Harbor where we spend time on the ocean kayaking, clam digging, and of course, eating lots of lobster.
Springtime on the Chama is breathtaking. The cradle of civilization on the North American continent is truly a vision of rebirth.
Usually, when I walk in the woods, I’m captivated by the light coming thought the trees. but sometimes, the little bursts of color underfoot are just as intriguing. The printing paper i used for this piece allowed me to place layers of color one on top of the next just as I imagined the tapestry beneath my feet was created.
My girls asked me why I paint trees so much instead of dogs or zebras or something really cool…
Its not that I don’t like animals, its just that the light that comes through the trees (as in my last post) and the vibrant colors of fall (this post) are so compelling I can’t help myself. Walks in the woods, no matter where I am remind me of my childhood when the grandiose structure of the trees was the only thing creating parameters in our fantasy worlds. The light and colors just made our journeys into deep imagination that much more magical.