© Sue Wookey
I've been meaning to post this new painting for ages but have been putting it off until I had a chance to make prints. Well, the prints will be coming very soon, but I thought I'd better post the painting anyway or it will look as though I've done NOTHING over Christmas. Which is very nearly true. It's just so dark in late December, early January, isn't it?
This painting is - as you can see - all about trees. In fact a whole grove of trees forming a sacred space (hence the joined roots and the sun at the centre). A quite place within Nature to do all that contemplating we mean to do, but never find enough peaceful moments to get around to enjoying. A green, tranquil island within our busy lives. A miniature grove for the home if you haven't got a forest at your door or a humungously sized garden. I speak as one who's garden would give a pocket handkerchief a run for it's money.
The words around the edge read:
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent, there is singing around me.
- Wendell Berry
May there be many helpful and happy trees in your life.