Working next to the window, I enjoy the look of the sun and its smell of warming earth. I spent some time with this tree years ago, when I was in a similar state of production. Except I was writing a paper and studying for an exam, and living in Australia. Distracted by pleasing weather and waterfront sounds, only the trees are different. Still there are cars, there are people making sounds of every day dos like appointments, and duties; the garbage man is methodical and the gardener is mechanical. I have no where to go today, no one to see except visit with this tree, and recreate a memory. ~ a.
When there is vulnerability, there is love. For my Carving an Artist Series, I have asked my fellow artists to depict themselves in one of their pieces. To take a look at ones art, we have to first look at the artist. As I have been posting my journey with 'Tree of Uncertainty', first starting out as Tree of Wisdom, naively thinking of starting with the end, I realized it is never the end as it evolved from a beginning. I know like art, and life, to be wise is to start, even if uncertain. This is my vulnerability - to be seen, when thriving in the uncertainty of 'good enough,' or 'worth enough.' But to be wise, is to be wise in the wisdom of uncertainty. So the tree, though only rooted partially, dragging a tail yet to be rooted, is still a tree even if it hasn't evolved into one yet.
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"Tree of Uncertainty"
Carving an Artist Series: Self Portrait 1of2
Archival black ink pen on cotton canal paper
15 x 21
For my second piece in my Self Portrait, I am emphasizing a sense of duality. I have another face and purpose. This is my Tree of Love: