Trees and skies, that is the theme my group of Muse sisters is pursuing in our art exploits now. There is a beautiful birch tree by our driveway which has been enticing me to paint it’s white bark again. So I got out some Masa paper and wet and crinkled it, and did the thing where you drag your brush along the tops of the wrinkles. . .and instant trees without all the fuss of getting it “right”.
With these mixed media pieces I always poke around til I find something to add that might tickle the imagination. And, well, you’ll see what I found. . .a bit of enchantment.
I like to imagine a walk in the woods
And I’d come upon a native
Or maybe I’d be hidden in a bramble
And he wouldn’t know I was watching
(Though that seems unlikely
It being after all more his wood than mine)
But let’s just say he didn’t see me
And I was the stealthy one
Who picked up his scent of hide skin and smoke
With some tree sap thrown in
And it was I who wondered
What bird offered up its feathers
And they looked like they belonged there
On his head
But I’m imagining as a white woman
Who grew up in a house with central heat
And got her clothes from stores
And saw Nature as something altogether different,
Separate and wildly mysterious
And mostly out of reach
Hence my stories about
What might have been
If I’d slept in a teepee
And danced to drumbeats and
Cooked over an open fire
And learned to heal with herbs.
But back to the native here
This is after all my woods he has entered
On his horse with his rifle in hand
I do not fear him
He has entered my enchantment
Love this painting and the story. It touched my heart.
Happy Holidays Loni Lou! and thanks.