Landscapes have stories to tell. They tell stories of past lives and new ones adapting to current situations. Tree stumps and driftwood tell tales of violence and calamity, greed and the death of trees. Driftwood symbolizes the circuitous and ignominious journeys trees take and the eventual gift they provide when their wandering comes to an end. Birds are the nurses who care and bards who fashion meaning out of the chaos and calamity of a tree’s life story.
11-18-23b: Two birds, driftwood & stormy weather
Below: paintings from my studio that say something (but what?) about the broken but proud fellow citizens who journey with us. Say hello to a tree today :)
