I think that each tree has a personality. It’s branches lift me up to the sky. It’s steadfast trunk grounds me to the earth and the spaces created by its silhouette are an abstraction of form and design. Winter trees have a particular sense of mystery. I’ve spent many snowy days observing the cloak of snow and ice and light that decorates a frosty orchard. In this field, older trees beckon and gesture to me. In the moment when evening light breaks through the cool colors of the winter orchard I see a promise of spring.
Winter Orchard 8x8 oil
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