The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears to hear it.
—Henry David Thoreau
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This new painting is 24″ by 30″ on canvas and is titled Contact. The words from Thoreau above speak pretty clearly to what I see in this piece, that we often ignore the beauty and wonder of the natural world that exists all around us. How many of us take the time to actually look at the sway of the trees in the breeze or the pattern of the stars in the night sky? Sadly, we’re more likely now to see these things on our phones or laptops.
We’re too busy, too distracted to have much interaction or contact with the wonder of the world that is often within our reach.
The buildings here seem closed in and eyeless, almost as though they are turned away from and oblivious to the world beyond their narrow line of sight. They are symbolically in the shadow of the hillside, rising in a pyramid-ish form toward the open fields and woods that open to the radiating sky. The sun has a warm and eye-like presence and the Red Tree seems to have reached a sort of tranquil communion with it.
Contact.
Redtree Times 