Trees and people. And art.
I see
a small painting right there on the last wall of the Modern Masters from the Hermitage exhibition. It’s Odilon Redon’s Woman Asleep Beneath a Tree. The colours are vivid-heart-blue and blood-song-red. The texture is knobbly, gritty.
Woman Asleep Beneath a Tree Odilon Redon
The blurb says Redon believed trees
‘encapsulated the essence of eternal nature and formed an axis
linking the terrestrial and celestial realms’.
Couldn’t have said it better myself. Trees. Ahhh. Large trees. Ahhh.
Bridging earth and sky,
pouring out oxygen,
providing home,
quietly dancing their interconnected lives
for all to see.
I am ignited to consider images of humans in relation to trees. Sure, I’ve spontaneously painted Sally-style trees quite often. Yet, there’s something evocative, memory-sparking, dream-lifting, fairytale-diving, about a picture of a human adult or child making contact with a tree in some way.
Oh, of course. There was my recent-ish post –
Lost and Found in the Forest.
Lost and Found in the Forest
Sally Swain © art
Trees and people. And art.
Then I recall my Resting in Abundance Tree. This bejewelled painting on calico was inspired – would you believe – by a Psychodrama Conference session on ancestors. During an ancestor meditation my imagination oddly leapt straight back to a big old tree, bypassing centuries of great and great-great relatives.
Since creating that work, when I remember, I attempt to conjure the bliss of leaning back into the voluminous, solid trunk of a large mother tree.
Resting in Abundance Tree
Sally Swain © art
Trees and people. And art.
Some months ago, I stayed in an aesthetically displeasing cabin in the mountains. The one charming element was the broad beech tree overhanging the balcony. I gazed up into its intimate branches and swept into floods of tears at the cascading cognitive loss of a family member.
I painted a wee picture: Deep Grief Beech Tree. The cushion she sits on becomes the Blue Mountains. The sheltering branches become an eye.
What do you see?
Deep Grief Beech Tree
Sally Swain © art
Trees and people. And art.
My niece is twelve.
She has just made the transition from primary to high school. That transition so many of us made in unguided horror in the old days, is well supported by her new school. On holiday from Melbourne, she climbed a massive fig tree – the type of tree some Sydneysiders take for granted. I love this photo. I might just have to do a painting of it.
Poised
Niece in Tree
Trees and people. And art.
Marion Alexandre is a beautiful artist I found on Facebook. She does a lot of people-and-tree pictures. Let’s see – here’s a link: Marion Alexandre images.
Trees and people. And art.
Recently I chanced upon a library book:
In Their Branches – Stories from ABC RN’s Trees Project.
Gretchen Miller, editor, says, ‘In 2013, ABC RN asked its audience for stories of the trees they loved and the trees they had lost – and as director and curator of the project I was astonished by the volume of correspondence, and deeply moved by the unique nature of the very personal stories told.’ The book is a selection of the written snapshots sent in by the radio audience.
Trees and people. And art.
More people-and-tree artworks are clearly required.
Do you have a favourite piece
of art or writing that celebrates
a human-tree relationship?
Or, even more personally:
do you have a story of a tree
that matters to you?
Or, even more artfully:
have you created an artwork
including trees and people?
Woman Asleep Beneath a Tree
with love, art and soul from Sally
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