Since pencils are made of wood, it must be true that pencils get a special kick out of drawing trees. It's something that pens just don't understand.
Nonetheless,
here's a pen and ink drawing from the very beginning of my art experience. It
has a lot of awkwardness, and there's much I would now do differently. Still I
have a warm spot for this early attempt.
Donald Jurney, Trees and Figure, 1983 |
A bit
more recent, this time an oil on canvas, is this painting of a cold winter's
morning. Winter trees make a wonderful screen.
Donald Jurney, A Frosty Dawn, oil on canvas, 12x18" |
A group of tree
trunks animate this small painting. Though not winter, it has a rather cold, mysterious feel.
Donald Jurney, Montgivray, 2007 |
Here's a
grisaille from last spring. The architecture of the trees, and their placement,
is the result of careful planning.
Donald Jurney, Grisaille 23 April 2012, oil on canvas 20x25" |
The
drawing below is a maquette for a five-panel folding screen I've been thinking
of making for a few years.
Donald Jurney, Maquette for a Five-Part Screen |
My
exhortation from last night to go forth and draw trees had at least one
adherent. This drawing was made today, and sent to me by Cynthia DeSando.
If anyone
else drew a winter tree, please send it along. If you didn't do one today, do one tomorrow.
Finally, three snippets about trees.
I think that I
shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.
- Ogden
Nash (1902-1972)
I frequently
tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with
a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
- Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
- Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Trees, how many of 'em do we need to look at?
- Ronald Reagan (1911-2004)
Thanks, Donald!
ReplyDeleteMy current painting is a somewhat similar type of view to your second one down! My last night's drawing was a bit too rough to send - with only an hour a two per day I have to work on a weekly rather than daily basis! Time.
First Lesson: Winter Trees
ReplyDeleteThese winter trees charcoaled against bare sky,
a few quick strokes on the papery
blankness, mean to suggest the mind
leaping into paper, into sky, not bound
by the body’s strike borders. the correspondence
shoal instructor writes: The ancient
masters loved to brush the trees
in autumn, their blossoms fallen.
I’ve never desired the trees’ generous
flowering, but prefer this austere
beauty, the few branches nodding
like … like hair swept over a sleeping
lover’s mouth, I almost thought too fast.
Soon enough these patient alders
will begin to blossom in their wild
unremembering to inhabit the had,
celebratory personae of late summer.
So the task is simple: to live
without yearning, to kindle
this empty acre with trees touched
by winter, to shade them without simile,
without strain. There: the winter trees.
Their singular, hushed sufficiency.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Now you may begin to sketch the ceaseless winter rain.
-Michael Waters