Watercolor on paper
33" x 51"
Upon the ground
Rests the tree of hearts
It swells and pulses
Sways and breathes
When it talks
It is just a whisper
quiet and observant
Of the ages that pass
Watching us
Ignoring the elements
That threaten to shake it
I heard it calling me
Sweetly
Within it's branches
The pumping hearts were woven deeply
The piercing of it's flesh
Did not cause alarm
It was done so slowly
Wrapped in moments of time
As if no one noticed
As if no one heard
As if we had no eyes to see
The soft subtle texture of it's skin
The warm color of bitten cherries
Dropping it's sweet liquor upon
The cold white ground.
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Trees are quiet storytellers; large and majestic with barren weathered limbs, free of foliage. They whisper their tales into a knowing ear, passing on their wisdom with steady grace.
This series consists of 6 large paintings. Each painting unique in telling my story of family, enduring strength, shelter, protection, healing and nurturing energies.