Every year, every day, I watch the transformation of these ancient creatures in our town park. In summer they provide a cool respite from the heat. In fall, a gold ceiling and haven for glorious evenings.
Over the years, my son has grown up beneath these trees. My dog spent his last days in their golden halo, my friends and I have gone from pushing our toddlers on baby swings, to biting our nails while they climb to the highest point possible and stand tall.
I once sat in the grass, and faced a great horned owl in the crook of a great trunk, the textures of her feathers a complement to the deep lines through the bark of the tree.
It took it’s own shape – there is little control with the pour, and that is the beauty. Wild branches and trunk shapes formed, and I combed them with long-handled, rubber combing tools.
Then came the spray paint, I took these large canvases, 36″ x 36″, outside to spray wildly the white snow, over small, crystal shaped stencils, to form the cool evening drifts of winter’s snow flakes.
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