The Tree  Paintings

I grew up in a small farming community in Wisconsin where the rolling hills were covered in maple forests and the fields were filled with cows.  The seasons were marked by the colors of the trees – the greens of Summer, brilliant yellows and reds of Fall, and the white trimmed browns of Winter.

As a teenager, I moved to Colorado and immediately fell in love with the mountains and the aberrant white of the Aspen groves.  White is not one of Nature’s preferences, and perhaps this uniqueness is what sparked my interest in these trees.  Though they appear white, their bark assumes an everchanging cast of subtle colors and throughout the day their trunks shift from stark streaks of light to gray ghosts at night.  Every minute presents a new outlook.

New Mexico held a whole new challenge with its freckled hills of pinon and juniper, and still contained the lovely aspen groves of the mountains.