When a painting of pines turns into a buried memory of a similar heartache walked in different woods. Cold woods, Birchwoods. Still not being able to see your own honest woods for the trees.
Sale Price of Original: R1900
Inspiration image: artist’s own
(artist retains all rights to print reproductions of this painting)
ORIGINAL COPY POSTED ON INSTAGRAM DURING THE CHALLENGE
I began a painting of pine trees after a walk in my favourite woods. I was also having a conversation, that felt filled with uncertainty and confusion at the time. When I looked again my pine forest had turned into birchwood trees. Hmm. 🤔
The last time I walked among birchwoods, I walked with a similar sense of being lost in the details, really not being able to see the wood for the trees. Am I being guided to reflect on that time and see how I can navigate it differently this time? Doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome is after all foolish no? …A little April fool’s lesson from my paintings it seems…