No Poem as lovely as a Tree

At one of the hockey rinks we play games at
there is this
AMAZING
tree!


So perfect for climbing and hiding in.



This tree me and my siblings would be all over!









I love how it reaches it's branches down.. inviting kids and the young at heart to crawl in it's arms.











If only I were small again!


I could fit in it's trunk--




what a great hiding place....









I took some time to play with photo shop and enhance a portrait of this beautiful tree.
When I say beautiful-- I acknowledge- it's kinda mangled and ugly
with all it's twists and knots...
it looks like an old dinosaur almost..
it's probably as old as a dinosaur...
but it's the LOVE...
that makes it beautiful.

If you stand next to it--
you cannot resist it

to hang off it's odd shaped branches


I don't even know really what I did...
I just kept trying different techniques..
until I got this ..
But I love the texture... it kinda looks like a Seurat Dot painting... especially the background.
Yeah! I really like it!
I might have to get a hard copy and frame it!

Art

 

Years ago- I gave up doing art.. because I expected everything I did... be frame worthy. I want a frame-able product when I was done.. and I lost the joy in just playing and experimenting and creating.

So I try to play with art and just play. I also try to encourage my kids to play with art.

The concentration...

 

son two is was inspired by our surroundings-- this is the scene as we drive to hockey every day. And it was funny-- at the time.. I thought, "why is the WHITE on the bottom?" When I think of clouds-- they are in the blue-- or above the blue....

But this weekend- we were driving and I said, "SON! There's your painting!" The clouds were low above the mountains with BRIGHT blue sky above.

My oldest son is inspired by hockey....

while my youngest is inspired by.... ketchup?

Just kidding.

It was a fun painting session as we all played with paint and color.

This is my second painting-- trying to capture the rolling hills as we drive home from hockey through the pineapple fields.