Archaeology is the peeping Tom of the sciences. It is the sandbox of men who care not where they are going; they merely want to know where everyone else has been.
— Jim Bishop
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Maybe I fit into the quote above from the late journalist Jim Bishop and maybe that’s why the idea of incorporating archaeology into my work, as I have done with my Archaeology series over the last few years, has been so appealing to me. The idea of diverting our eyes from where we are headed to instead see where we have been, to examine those things which have shaped us as we stand now, is indeed intriguing to me. We are the products of our past and where we are headed is often determined in the how and the why of the past. Unfortunately, and to our detriment I fear, we often fail to look back and, as a result, are continually reliving pasts that could and should have been avoided.
This thought is definitely behind the title of this new piece, Archaeology: Formed in the Past, a 10″ by 16″ painting on paper. I see the central Red Tree here as being formed and twisted by the artifacts below the surface, remnants of the past. The trees in line behind stand like stoic witnesses to this history. The artifacts contain tools and toys, books and bottles, shoes and other items of the everyday– the things that make up a life and a world. There is also evidence of the creative side of life here– a painting, paint brush, a drama mask, a ukulele and an artist’s mannequin.
It’s always interesting to look at these pieces after finishing them and to see how they come together to offer up some sort of narrative in the collection of artifacts. Interesting because I don’t really think about how the items will interact as I am painting. No forethought at all really. They’re just painted in rhythm as they come to mind, often just because a shape or form fits at the moment. So when I see the commonality of thought and narrative running through them, I wonder what the source might be.
Is it just a reflection of my own psyche and interests?
Perhaps. Probably. But even so, there’s something somehow compelling in sifting through the debris, even the debris of one person’s mind.
Redtree Times 
Funny – my first thought was, “Look at those poor trees in the background. Their roots just didn’t go deep enough…”
Maybe that’s a better reading. I like that.
[…] me, particularly his rich, mola-like hillsides and pastures and his unique portrayal of the “archaeological foundations” of our lives. But he’s best known for his Red Trees and Red Chairs, his most immediately […]
Here’s a tangential recollection. In mathematics, solving an equation typically entails line-by-line development, with each new line flowing from the one before it. As a math teacher, I had a hard time getting students to look back from each new line to make sure that everything in the previous line had been accounted for. A common student mistake was to fail to carry something forward from one line to the next.
And here’s a non-tangential comment: I like the interaction in your painting of what’s above the ground with what’s below it.
[…] the years, I’ve found his rich, mola-like landscapes and his unique portrayal of the ‘archaeological foundations‘ of our lives particularly appealing. Still, his iconic Red Tree — together with red-roofed […]
Or perhaps the central tree is not twisted by the artifacts of history, but is rather learning. On first view the image looked like a young tree with the legs of its elders in the background watching over. The angle focusing such that you see the small tree and the layers beneath but not the leafy canopy of the line of trees behind. Maybe they say I’ve shown you all I can, now plunge your roots deep into the past and soak up the lessons for yourself and grow.
Your sense of color and design is always so beautiful to look at. I love all the red trees and how they draw you in .I thank Linda for the times she’s shared your work.
What a lovely interpretation! Thank you so much.
My pleasure…thank you for the sharing of your paintings.