These aspen trees morphed into at least six different paintings before they became Magic Forest. They are a place of comfort, imagination, joy, experiment and bliss. They are the reflection of so many aspens I’ve hiked through, skied through, or just stared at from wherever I was. Like yesterday, on the chair lift with Jen and Paul.
Aspens… they just get into your brain and become a part of your mountain being. Maybe your fingers must touch their bark, or your eyes must look for bear claw marks. Perhaps you’ve seen them so often you hardly even see them anymore. Perhaps they see you.