Monday, May 14, 2012
Once upon a time in the early 1980s, I was a lot more in tune with nature. Trees, especially. I spent a great deal of time outdoors, listening to trees, sitting in them, drawing them. There certainly were elements about them (or maybe Elementals?) that felt as though they returned my gaze, or at the very least were sentient consciousnesses unto themselves. Spring seemed like a symphonic orchestra tuning up for the Summer's performance. This sketch is the quickening and rising of the tree's consciousness toward the warming sky.