Stripped of bark, the old elm still remains a place of comfort. Squirrels raise young ones in it's hollow trunk, birds rest on grey slender, leafless branches as the artist finds inspiration within its noble form. Colors reveal themselves to those willing to dream. The wood handle of the paint brush speaks for those limbs that fight the wind of winter and dry heat of the sun. A hundred years of secrets locked in its rings, waiting for the imagination of the artist. Like old friends, reminiscing through the painting, stories come forth as the elm waits for that wind that will lay it to rest. Some time later the artist bids goodbye and moves onto the next story. Paintings, like old trees, hold stories and secrets for people willing to look and listen to their hearts.
Paintings carry two stories, one of the subject, another of the hand of the artist. The tight controlled hand of the painter wishes to release that story of the subject, and then the passionate energetic hand of the artist releases their feelings for the subject with the paints on their palette flying onto the canvas. Colors call, moods listen, and each subject touches the artist in its own way. The artist mixes past with present, through colors, hard edges and lost edges in their language of art. Laying color over color with long graceful strokes, laying side by side with dabs of paint, creating interesting textures and revealing the artist's uncontrolled passion.
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