Another nature study, this time done in oils and therefore not quite such a marathon as the forest floor one. This tree mushroom was helping deal the last blows to the old apple tree my siblings and I spent whole summers climbing around on all those years ago.
That tree had been planted and grafted by a long-dead great uncle none of us kids got to meet (He was born in the 19th century), but to whom my mother and grandmother compared me quite a lot. Apparently I share a lot of his mannerisms.
I wonder what great uncle Willi would think if he new that a hundred years after he planted it, another nature loving artist from his family would document its demise with brush in hand.
I’m missing those apples, though, they were good. Alas, everything dies, right? And fungi help take it to the other side. See you there, uncle Willi.
40×60cm, Oil on canvas
Another nature study, this time done in oils and therefore not quite such a marathon as the forest floor one. This tree mushroom was helping deal the last blows to the old apple tree my siblings and I spent whole summers climbing around on all those years ago.
That tree had been planted and grafted by a long-dead great uncle none of us kids got to meet (He was born in the 19th century), but to whom my mother and grandmother compared me quite a lot. Apparently I share a lot of his mannerisms.
I wonder what great uncle Willi would think if he new that a hundred years after he planted it, another nature loving artist from his family would document its demise with brush in hand.
I’m missing those apples, though, they were good. Alas, everything dies, right? And fungi help take it to the other side. See you there, uncle Willi.
40×60cm, Oil on canvas