Trees, who does not love trees? My mother would remind us that trees provide us with energy, and they purify the air we breathe. She did not like us to cut down any of the trees on our farm, but my siblings and I did carve our initials into the bark of a number of trees.
When we made our marks on the trees I was always amazed at the white core under the bark. After a few months, the white letters turned to brown, then they turned a greyish black and after the passing of the years, we could no longer see our initials clearly. Throughout the years, when I noticed our marks on the trees it brought back memories of those beautiful summer days. Days when we used to build forts in the shade of the trees, make bows and arrows out of their branches, and cut sticks for roasting wieners. When we were practicing for our school track meets, we would pound nails into the trees, place a board across the nails, and use it to practice our high jump.
Trees are like dear friends in that they are always there for you and help you in making sense of a world that is frequently confusing. Take a walk in the woods, plant a tree, or enjoy the grain of a handcrafted wooden bowl when you need to reclaim your mental health. This series of paintings was inspired by trees and working with wood has opened up a whole new world for me. Working with wood is almost feels like working with sculpture; my paints are inspired by the patterns that already exist in the natural grain, allowing my mind to envisage what it may be rather than seeing "just another piece of wood."