This photo is a little fuzzy. I’ll try to take a better one in a few days when the sun comes out. In this painting I tried to imitate the active brush strokes in some of Gustav Klimt’s forest paintings, like this one, and especially this one. As expected, I have even more appreciation for those paintings now. I have great memories of walking in the woods with my family as a kid. My parents taught us the names of some of the plants and trees. Adders Tongue, burn nettle, beech, sycamore. We tried to whistle through our hands and with the caps of acorns. We also went for trail walks with the extended family sometimes. Grandpa H. was a tree farmer. He’d comment on which trees were valuable, and how old they probably were, and which ones had an unfortunate bend or knot that made the lumber lower quality. Black walnuts were his favorite.
I based this painting on photos I took a few months ago when we were on the Des Plaines River Trail.
The girls kept me company in the art room today. Meredith was in an abstract mood – squares and triangles in bright, bold colors. Holly painted the yellow bottle of tempera, bar code and all :).