For Shari

Art, Encaustic Wax, Inspiration, Painting

I have an accountability partner. Shari Sherman. We’ve been checking in with each other for the last six years. This week I committed to making an encaustic piece a day. Today I worked on a small piece today. I love those lone trees in the middle of a vast field. I call them witness trees. Who knows what they have seen as they’ve grown over the years. Imagine a 200 year old lifespan.

A lone tree guy was here cutting down the rest of the poplar leftover from the crew. This guy cut down this giant tree by himself. A matter of physics, spatial relations and just plain genius. Lots of chain sawing.

I have a plan for this witness tree piece. More to come…

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Connection

Art, Encaustic Wax, Inspiration, Painting

Connection stayed in my mind the entire time I worked on this piece. Not just because of these trees, but because of crows. I learned from a dear soul friend that when crows gather on your house after someone has passed, it is a sign of your ancestors. Every time we head south the trees at the LYH airport stand tall and pose for me. I anticipate them and I hope for a good shot while we’re moving. I imagine their root systems touching each other like their branches do. Very magical.

I’m connecting with my encaustic medium again and it’s speaking to me.

This is a photo transfer. I got it right this time. Many many layers in this. #encaustic #connection #artist #Photography #Phototransfer #Ineeddeadlines #successhabits #discipline #makingarteveryday #Inthegroove #crows #ancestors

Lillian Brue Art - Trees at the airport

Trees at the LYH Airport by Lillian Brue, 4″ x 8″

Encaustic Painting

Trees at the LYH Airport, 4″ x 8″ unframed, encaustic medium (Beeswax and damar resin)

$125.00

Nature just keeps being

Art, Pastel

We walked around the hidden pond on the Claytor Nature Study Center property  Tuesday. The trees didn’t think about anything but the breeze, the leaves abandoning their branch hosts, birds cackling and the colors!  Along the tight trail around the pond were these magical pine plants covering the ground (Southern Running Pine (Lycopodium digitatum) Evergreen) and sharp covered shells that stung when picked up. Edible Chestnuts!  Those skulls were a gift from the Center when somebody dropped off a box of SKULLS! Treasure indeed.

Nature just keeps being. It doesn’t care about us people and our activities. Trees in the Muir Woods are between 600 and 800 years old. America hadn’t even been discovered in recorded history yet.

I didn’t care about people activities while painting on Tuesday. The fall colors were great and I painted like a child coloring with crayons. With abandon. This is in pastel 9 x 12 on Pastelmat.