Saturday, April 26, 2014

Dyad in Winter / Trees have always been the most penetrating preachers...

I am a day late for Arbor day, but here is one of my most recent paintings: Dryad in Winter 8x8" watercolor, ink, colored pencil, and pencil. Available in my Etsy Store.

And some words from Herman Hesse:

"For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow." — Hermann Hesse (Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte)

1 comment:

Liz E said...

Wow, that's wonderful! I've always felt that way but never seen it put into words.