Memories of Trees. The How.

This has easily become my favorite of the bunch from last weekend. It's fresh, it's unplanned, it's natural...it's just a step away from some of the patterned, pastel heavy pieces that I've been doing recently. And when I mean natural, it really was.

This piece did not start out with a grand plan...or really any plan at all. It was actually the drop cloth that protected the sidewalk and I really only thought of it as a possibly interesting texture that could emerge from the drips and splatters for a background of a new piece. Much to my surprise, this piece (and almost to this finished extent) emerged.

There was the tree, the splotches of color scattered about, the marks of pastel, the washes of watered down paint...it needed a few additions of black and random highlights of vibrance, but all-in-all the piece was made by dropping brushes on it, dripping paint from the canvas above, and having an overall lack of attention being paid to it. I simply let it work as a dropcloth.

Because of that, and the concept developed with the piece, I think it emerges as one of my more powerful works. It has a message, an image and it really captures the primal qualities and natural process of myth. It's not mine or any other person's vision...it is simply a vision executed by me...and much like the widely applicable morals of myth and legend, it will be read a little differently by each person that views it.