I went back to painting trees a few weeks ago.
When I was working on my Senior Capstone project for my Studio Art Major in college, I had to come up with a theme, and I was stumbling around in a meeting with my professor and looked out the window and blurted out "Trees. I will paint trees". For ten weeks, I painted trees, which resulted in two 8 x 4 foot paintings with my hand built frames for my show at the end of the year.
My dad hauled those two paintings back to Los Angeles in a truck for me and kept them in storage until the following year when I had an art show in LA. My sister ended up with one of them, and I know it is with her somewhere in her world. But at the show, I sold one to a lady who was a collector of my dad's work. A few years ago, she passed away, and I still wonder what's become of the painting. Is it hanging in a family member's house, stuffed in storage, or in the landfill?
A few years ago, I started painting again after a 5 year hiatus. It has always come in waves, the packing up and putting away of supplies and studio spaces, feeling like it needed to be all or nothing. For a long time, "nothing" is what had to be.
One of the first paintings I worked on was a diptych from a photo I took while walking in Ravenswood Park, in Gloucester. The photo was from 2006 when I first moved to the area, unable to believe that I was in the woods, living near the ocean again after being landlocked for so long. Unfortunately, walks in Ravenswood back then consisted of sometimes dragging screaming little ones along, because their legs were tired, there was a bug near them (20 feet maybe and way above their heads?), or because it was a dirt path and not a cement sidewalk. So these walks have been far and few between and then I just never came back around to it, like many things.
I just scrounged up a time lapse video I took for some reason while I was painting in the middle of the night. I was working on two at the same time, as you see at the end of the video...The finished product is below.
In writing this, it occurs to me how our lives go 'round in circles, always changing, but sometimes coming back around to where we started in some ways. Right now, I feel like time is lapsing, moving slowly, but before our eyes, flashes by. I like to think it comes back around at some point.