A towering spruce tree outside my kitchen window had to be felled. I mourned the tree’s death. Its presence had been a source of joy and life: tiny emerald green needles that draped from the graceful branches offered shade and beauty; squirrels scampered along the trunk and made their home there; lovely birds flitted among its branches and sapsuckers drank nectar from beneath its bark. This large ink painting (36 inches high) expresses my sense of gratitude, with words nestled amongst the branches, amidst the loss.
Breathe. Create. Repeat. 