Painting Trees

I've had this thing lately with painting different forms of trees. Acrylics on stretched canvas panels. Not really sure what that means, but that's all I've had the desire to paint over the last few months. Its the only thing I have a vision of when I go to put the brush to paint and then onto the canvas. Every tree looks different, and really, maybe it doesn't look exactly like a tree. Although, no tree is the same. The last 3 that I've painted have been black trees with sweet sky backdrops. It's like when the sun is setting out my back window and the trees look black because the light shines from a different direction that doesn't give them any color.

There's just something so simple, so unique to me about trees. Sounds a little spacey and weird maybe but it's like they never stop growing. They shed leaves in the fall, re-grow in the spring. They get damaged and cut but can patch themselves up over time. The roots go deep into the soil and no one can see them. But the roots, those are what nurture the trees growth. Some roots are strong and above the ground while others are smaller, fatter, longer, shorter than others and are hidden underground so no one can see them. The roots are hard to get to. Trees are everywhere, though not one is the exact same as another.

Anyway, random thought blabberings about trees and my weird tendency toward painting them lately.