The plant kingdom predates animals by millions of years, and trees are ancient masters of survival, the oldest among them estimated at 6,000 years. Without trees, human beings never would have survived. What appears to us as our mastery of the plant kingdom is more likely the opposite. Just ask an ear of corn.
In great trees we witness the union of heaven and earth. Embodying qualities of both firmness and flexibility, they reveal the secret of longevity, as well as balance and grace. If misfortune strikes – wind snapping limb or trunk – the strongest of trees transform secondary growth to primary. Despite their twisted form, such trees demonstrate life’s indomitable spirit, inspiration to those among us who succumb to depression and blame.
This is why I am drawn to trees and why I like to draw them. While outwardly it may seem that one tree is like another, no two trees are exactly alike. To draw a tree properly requires understanding its nature – looking deeply to see what is really going on. The south side compared with the north, the personality of the branch tips, young bark and old.
Great trees have presence. It’s something we can feel. Occasionally, one captures that in a drawing; homage to an ancient being that has struggled and survived. Sometimes, I am that lucky, and when I am, I like to share it with others.
