Me, My Brush and I
I love nature. I need nature.
I was thinking this as I hummed along to myself, walking through the woods and listening to the sound of the wind through the tree tops and the multitude of birds singing… In that moment, nothing else really mattered...
Tree of Life, 36" x 60" oil on canvas Available at Art Junction Gallery, Whistler, B.C.
I love nature. I need nature.
I was thinking this as I hummed along to myself, walking through the woods and listening to the sound of the wind through the tree tops and the multitude of birds singing… In that moment, nothing else really mattered.
Art and nature have something very important in common. They both bring you into the present moment. Time stops.
It’s just me, the trees, the birds, the breeze…
Me, my brush and I.
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Art and Nature
Art and nature have something very important in common. They both have the potential to bring you into the present moment...
I need nature.
Nature makes me happy.
Tree of Life 60" x 36" Oil on Canvas
I was thinking this as I hummed along to myself, walking through the woods and listening to the sound of the wind through the tree tops and the multitude of birds singing… In that moment, nothing else really mattered.
Art and nature have something very important in common. They both have the potential to bring you into the present moment.
When you are in the moment and just happy for no reason in particular... Well, what else really matters?...
Rose and the Old Woman
The Old Woman took Rose deep into the forest where there stood an enormous tree. Under the tree, beneath the roots, was a door to a long, deep tunnel. In they went and down, down, down, until they came to a small clearing on the earthen floor...
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Tree of Life - detail
The Old Woman took Rose deep into the forest where there stood an enormous tree. Under the tree, beneath the roots, was a door to a long, deep tunnel. In they went and down, down, down, until they came to a small clearing on the earthen floor. It was cold and barren with only the dimmest of light coming in from above. There was a small table with two chairs and two beds on either side of the room. In one corner was a large pot on a stove with bones and remnants of yesterday’s meal scattered about the floor.
The Old Woman ordered Rose to make dinner, then hobbled over to the smallest bed and went to sleep.
Every day while the Old Woman slept, Rose cooked and cleaned and plotted her escape. And at night when Rose lay sleeping, the Old Woman disappeared, returning each morning before dawn.
“Try to escape and I’ll catch you and eat you!” the Old Woman cackled, and so Rose did as she was told.
One day, when the Old Woman was fast asleep, Rose heard a small voice calling her name...
