Current Gallery: trees ( piece)
I have been asked enough times why trees? I love trees; as I kid I was always perched on a weeping willow in the backyard of our home. I am organically drawn to their unique bark, textures and spots; they magestically reach the sky and grow withstanding wheather and desease with tremendous optimism as if they already know that reaching up only leads them closer to that divine place. Their branches adventuresly intertwine creating suggestions of the human form and at times they collectively unite into sculpturally anythings. They can live hundreds of years experiencing the world changing around them yet remain grounded and strong.
I have been asked enough times why trees? I love trees; as I kid I was always perched on a weeping willow in the backyard of our home. I am organically drawn to their unique bark, textures and spots; they magestically reach the sky and grow withstanding wheather and desease with tremendous optimism as if they already know that reaching up only leads them closer to that divine place. Their branches adventuresly intertwine creating suggestions of the human form and at times they collectively unite into sculpturally anythings. They can live hundreds of years experiencing the world changing around them yet remain grounded and strong.