An experiment. Adjustments three through eleven. Images of two paintings disassembled, co-mingled, reconstructed, photographed, and drawn on. Ink Jet print on copy paper, graphite and color pencil.
The Acacia tree has gone crazy. It’s an African Fever Acacia that produces round fuzzy yellow flowers . . . acres and acres of them. A carpet of them. Keeping on top of this onslaught takes tools. For yard work it’s the rake. I prefer metal tined, long wood handles, and having several rakes of different widths, help make my raking more productive. The tree, besides being a prodigious flower producing monster that’s covered with needle sharp thorns, the tree’s expansive mottled shade and lovely green ever exfoliating bark marks it a gem of a tree and the time spent tending it . . . well spent. Illustrated are the protagonists. The tree, the flowers, and one of the three rakes.
Feeling the motion minus the progress, so put down the brushes and taking a different tack. I’m a patient painter and moving forward often requires a few steps sideways. It’s going where the fun takes me, and for now, I’m in the woods, delving into collected odd lots, piecing things together.