I completed this painting a few weeks ago, but it looks like I forgot to post it so here it is.
One of my favorite memories was of my dad taking us hiking in the Sierras. We marveled at the widely spaced, enormous ponderosa pines that we walked beneath. The air was scented with pine, and the ground was springy from the fallen needles. It felt like heaven to me. I don’t know that I’ll ever see that again, but here in Illinois sometimes I’ll come across a stand of eastern white pine, and it takes me right back.
Every year I look around for a new group to join, to keep life fresh and interesting. This spring I was invited to join a botanical arts group, and I’m just thrilled. Needless to say some of the members find my work a bit loosey-goosey but I do have all those pen-and-ink drawings to show for myself. I’ve bought some botanical art books, and some watercolors and hot-pressed papers. Now I’m standing on the end of the diving board of new experiences, considering my next move. It will be fun, I think, to see how precise I can be with watercolor….kind of a contradiction of terms, really. And I’ll keep pushing my paintings looser and more expressive.