Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Where the Shadow Used to Fall
Size: 19x29 inches
Medium: Watercolors
Detail views, original painting, and prints: -here-
This was the original tree that inspired this piece. It's an Italian stone pine. You might notice that the final painting looks nothing like it.
At first I stuck pretty close to it. Had the title in mind already. And a vague concept of the piece. But it didn't quite gel. This was the initial sketchbook scribble:
I was actually all set to go with this composition. Wasn't 100% satisfied with it, but I figured I'd been noodling around with the sketches long enough; best to just try and paint and see what happened. But then Dragoncon happened and distracted me for a couple of weeks, so it got set aside. And then I got caught up working on the first few cards for the Dreamdance Oracle, and it got pushed aside some more.
A few months passed.
The permits finally came through and the tree did get chopped down. I miss it. And in the intervening weeks, I had also somehow gotten embroiled in an effort to save a huge grove of redwoods, oaks, and other trees in our local park from being cut down. "Why is everyone around us so intent on chopping down trees??" Dana sighed the other day.
One night, I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, and the approach I was looking for finally hit me -- to have the night sky showing through the silhouette/portal/shadowform of the tree. Hopped out from under the covers (trust me, the idea had to be good, to convince me to leave the warm sheets for the chilly air in my office) and ran to scribble the thumbnail and words down in my sketchpad.
We walked once where the shadow used to fall:
watched the eclipse
blot out the sun,
and the streaming
beams between the
pinhole gaps of
leaves became
a cascade of
glowing crescents across the ground.
Where the shadow used to fall,
the rain did not.
Dense, dry, fallen
carpet of the years
pooled at the
Giant's feet.
Blanket of
crisp leaves and needles. Sap and compost.
My shadow falls, where its shadow used to fall;
and when the sun
fades to my back,
I stand upon the
hundred rings.
I reach my fingers
up up UP to a ghost canopy.
The sunset melts
amber sap down my shoulder blades,
down my spine.
And I watch as
my shadow grows tall,
then melts
into the shadow-less evening.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Where the Shadow Used to Fall Sketch
It's to be a painting for a fallen tree.
We walked once where the shadow used to fall:
watched the eclipse
blot out the sun,
and the streaming
beams between the
pinhole gaps of
leaves became
a cascade of
glowing crescents across the ground.
Where the shadow used to fall,
the rain did not.
Dense, dry, fallen
carpet of the years
pooled at the
Giant's feet.
Blanket of
crisp leaves and needles. Sap and compost.
My shadow falls, where its shadow used to fall;
and when the sun
fades to my back,
I stand upon the
hundred rings.
I reach my fingers
up up UP to a ghost canopy.
The sunset melts
amber sap down my shoulder blades,
down my spine.
And I watch as
my shadow grows tall,
then melts
into the shadow-less evening.
Labels:
medium: pencil,
painting in progress,
ramblings,
sketches,
tree spirits
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Sketch
The kidlet has been sick all week, so I haven't had much time to work on this. But making some progress on the sketch.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Etsy update
Etsy update! Lots of misc items that I've been meaning to list for a while, including one final handmade tarot pouch that I used to sell years ago but discontinued (they take a long time to make!) These were a popular item, and this final one I found tucked away in a plastic wrapping. -check out this and other items-
Sunday, November 4, 2012
A sketch
Small portion of a sketch that I'm transferring to a painting I'm going to work on next. It'll be a 20x30 inch one (this is only an 8x10 section of it).
Labels:
medium: pencil,
painting in progress,
sketches
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