Spring cleaning is a time of perpetual surprise. I found this in the attic, this picture that I forgot I had even painted. The sentinel tree lives at a nearby wildlife preserve. I did this, I’m guessing, about twenty years ago. I’ve done a lot of landscape drawing this year and some landscape painting. But in looking for something to compare/contrast with this picture, I decided to use a drawing I made last spring. It was one of the first really fine days and I took off during lunch to draw a little at my regular place.
It’s a bit of “apples and oranges” since the media are completely different. But looked at as merely images, I’d say that I’ve gotten a lot weirder as I mature. At a certain point in life you get comfortable — finally — and then you can really let your hair down — and let your tree’s branches go wild.
[A little black speck to the right of the top of the sentinel tree is an ant. He had the nerve to crawl on my picture as I was photographing it. Filing that under “everyone’s an art critic.”]