Sylvan Sculptures Exhibition


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Magical Buds
Reaching Out
Winding Vine
Wet Feet
Misty Morning Blooms
Ghostly Woods
Solitude
Regal
Twisted
Lone Tree in Hayden Valley I
Here Comes the Sun
Resting Till Spring
Finding Peace
The Little Sentinel
Receding Peninsulas
Blanketed in Fog
Standing Out
Vigilant
Floating on a Log
Seeing Double
Don't Fence Me In
A Foggy Lineup
Ethereal Brush
Naked Souls
Foggy Flooded Filigree
Komorebi
Sun Kissed
Basking in the Glory
Mystical Dawn

Magical Buds Reaching Out Winding Vine Wet Feet Misty Morning Blooms Ghostly Woods Solitude Regal Twisted Lone Tree in Hayden Valley I Here Comes the Sun Resting Till Spring Finding Peace The Little Sentinel Receding Peninsulas Blanketed in Fog Standing Out Vigilant Floating on a Log Seeing Double Don't Fence Me In A Foggy Lineup Ethereal Brush Naked Souls Foggy Flooded Filigree Komorebi Sun Kissed Basking in the Glory Mystical Dawn

Artist Statement

The tree. A bare tree in fog. A bare tree in snow. A bare tree in stormy clouds. A tree is a sublime sculpture, as shrouded in fog or highlighted by white snow, it reveals its inner soul. Some trees are stately, some are graceful and some are a bit raggedy. As a photographer, to me they are all beautiful. Each one is unique much like we are. Each one has a particular inner beauty to reveal much like we do.

As an artist with a camera, I have intuitively and sometimes unconsciously sought out these beautiful, naked sylvan structures. I prefer to photograph them in weather conditions that isolate them and reduce them to their bare bones. They reveal their complexity yet their simplicity. Nothing is hidden. Old broken limbs as well as tender new shoots are revealed. We see their gnarly warts and their beautifully textured bark. Come spring, we can no longer see their graceful limbs, their inner souls, as they become all dressed in green. Their new clothes hide who they really are, what their lives are like within. We must wait until the next fall and winter to see those beautiful sylvan sculptures again – to see ourselves in them again.

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