#134 – Tuesday, November 26th
Its been raining. One of those weather patterns bringing days worth of constant precipitation. I welcome it warily, a gift to my garden, but often accompanied by destruction. Here at the studio, no whirling winds ripping limbs free or roofs from homes, just rain, rain and more rain. So a more benign drama. The over saturated soil gives up a Honey Mesquite, as it slowly bows down and blocks the street. This is a tree I’ve watched mature for over a decade, artfully trimmed to resemble life-sized bonsai . . . but it belongs to a neighbor, and rescue isn’t in the plan. Guided by expedience, help comes with saw and clipper performing a temporary fix, and the next afternoon it’s gone. Walking Molly in the interim between the grooming and removal, I took a few snapshots . . . this is the painting derived from those images.
Thanks for reading.
Charles
And so mesquite joins eucalyptus branch, in the beyond of tree sentience. It’s like losing a friend, no, it is losing a friend.
I love this piece.