“I Am A Tree”

Vintage and personal images, vintage papers, paint, Adirondack Color Wash Sprays, white and black gel pens, Sharpie poster paint pens.

03 March, 2012

I have always been connected to the earth. To dirt, plants, animals. Growing up on a farm in Montana we had a huge garden, cows, pigs, cats and dogs. My earliest memories are of my Mom plopping me in the middle of our huge vegetable garden in the earth. I remember the feel of the cool earth in my hands and bare feet, the rich smell of the dirt. It is deep in my genes. I have a cherished photo of my maternal great grandparents who were farmers outside their farm.

As a teen I resented the constant cycle of planting, tending, harvesting fruits and vegetables. I remember when I was a teenager telling my Mom “I will NEVER have a garden when I grow up.” Yet the first thing I do when I move into a house is plant a garden of some sort. I have to. I have to feel the earth in my hands. To nest, to have animals. It is the same with art. I have to use my hands. I have to feel the paper, the paint against my skin.

This spread is from one of Orly Avineri’s wonderful classes. As always click on the image to see a full size image.

I am currently in Portland, Oregon soaking up the yummy food and urban vibe.