i want this in a frame in my house to remember your creations always
I was looking at a street scene through a window that I wanted to draw. I couldn't stop looking at it, even though I could have been paying attention to the person I was with as we were out having dinner. Then I noticed the locust tree leaves being blown so wildly by a great flooding wind, and I thought, "How could I draw that? How can I draw the wind?"
We all can't help but point to the beauty but at the same time we should also point to the beast. Lately I been looking around and I feel we are ignoring what is in front of us and not seeing what really is there.
aimee, if you truly would like it i can email you a larger file. i'm not sure about the photograph myself but i sure as hell love the tree))jane, beyond patience, isn't it, this way of being? imagine taking a hundred years to paint that picture that you wish to paint. imagine being there, truly being there and listening to the person you were having dinner with. imagine being the locust tree))liz, might you tell me more? xoerin
Your recommendation to read Robert Bly has not fallen on deaf ears. I acquired Iron john, and once you're done with the poetry of Carver and Houellebecq, will be the next book I read.a hug
fantastic composition in this one, erin...
i love the foto so much... it's as a drawing of a master
Erin as I drive along and look at beautiful things on the side of the road. I see the beauty but if you really look close there is more then just beauty. There is trash after trash lined along our roadsides. Plastic, cans , paper it's there if one really look but yet everyone seems to speed on by and ignore the truth. Do they not see it too or do they just see the beauty?
...nice - keep capturing that beauty
That's an incredible quote, and beautifully stark picture. I really like this gallery you just posted.
lovely. looks as if this tree is at the heightof her aria.
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))