Messy
Brickworks, Toronto, Canada.
Forest scenes are always a struggle. I envy the masters who can isolate the branch gestures and avoid the chaos to revel hidden personalities of trees. But there is also something alluring in the disorder and sheer explosion of life trying to make better place for itself over the competition.
There is no better place to experience it than shores of the boggy lakes. Plants, reeds and trees just grow over each other in a cacophony of life. It is a bit confused and messy, but it has the quality of an unvarnished truth: this is the way things are.
Messy
Brickworks, Toronto, Canada.
Forest scenes are always a struggle. I envy the masters who can isolate the branch gestures and avoid the chaos to revel hidden personalities of trees. But there is also something alluring in the disorder and sheer explosion of life trying to make better place for itself over the competition.
There is no better place to experience it than shores of the boggy lakes. Plants, reeds and trees just grow over each other in a cacophony of life. It is a bit confused and messy, but it has the quality of an unvarnished truth: this is the way things are.