The only color was in the gray greens of the Spanish Moss. Cypresses that grow in brackish water put out air roots, or "knees", which I have been told allow the tree to shed the saline in the water. Whatever they do, they are entirely odd, anthropomorphic, and spooky.
No foliage, no color, just light, shadow, water, trees. Very atmospheric, graphic, and solemn.
When I think about the bayous, the thing that was most striking to me was that, as far as the eye could see, there were trees planting their roots firmly in the water, a whole forest with no land in sight.
There's a forest growing in the studio of late....full of cypresses and willows and oaks from the bayous...and probably some hidden alligators and snakes too, they just haven't emerged yet. This week I'll be setting up a new portfolio in the drawing section, of "Little Jessie Bayou" images. I think they are drawings, though I [...]
New things to play with in the studio: images from the Bayou, to be titled the "Little Jessie Bayou Series", and this interesting stuff called Clayboard. I love it; thank you Tammy and thank you Juan!!
Now that all the excitement of the holidays is over, I'm back in the studio, wondering how the trip to Louisiana and the bayou country is going to find its way into a painting or drawing or two. I've been printing photos and surrounding myself with that slightly sinister feeling of those cypress trees coming [...]
Wishing you all a bright, colorful, joyous, peaceful and healthful new year