Thursday, April 06, 2017
I had been painting old growth white pines for a long time, then one day I saw a branch that looked like a fish. I thought I'd try it out. I painted a fish into that branch that hung with its mouth open. There's a beautiful stand of trees a little way up the Gunflint Trail that I have painted over and over. I've gotten to know those individual trees quite well, and when I approach them on the road, they greet me like friends.
As an individual tree, the Witch Tree is even more unique and recognizable. She's not so tall or easy to find, but is a symbol of survival against the odds. Perseverance in adverse conditions. Sacred to many. Mysterious and inspiring, clinging to rock, she is unlikely. Unlike the fish who come and go, swimming in her shadow, she is steadfast.
I am just one of many artists to interpret this amazing and beautiful cedar.
Wednesday, April 05, 2017
Always supportive, Judi displayed my work at her restaurant in Grand Marais for many years as well.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing the same painting again, but that is not true. They evolve subconsciously. I wouldn't be able to do the same painting twice if I tried.
These fish in trees paintings are hanging in many homes now, and that's a good feeling.
I was feeling stressed after work this morning. I was so wound up I couldn't just go to bed. So I went into my studio and painted for an hour or so. It relaxed me and gave me some clarity, or at least calmed my mind enough to go to bed.
Working the night shift takes a toll, even though I love my job. As I said in an interview once, my jobs are things I do, but art is who I am.