Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything.
~ Gordon Hempton
Tag: trees
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Rachael Pease
Rachael Pease’s lush drawings, crafted in India ink on frosted Mylar, create mystical settings from trees and plant life observed in reality.
Pease grew up in rural Indiana surrounded by vast lands and forests, which influenced her works.
Her pieces often start with a trees she’s come across – in the woods, at national parks, and sometime in the city.She takes pictures from different angles, prints them, and stitches them together to make collages, transforming what she’s observed in her daily life into surreal and timeless landscapes that contemplate the impermanence of the natural world.
She also consciously frames the drawings in a circle or oval, which seems to emulate the perspective of binoculars or a telescope.
In some works, the branches of the trees dominate the composition, in others, it is the strong labyrinth of roots.
Her work is inspirational and lively, intricate and magical.
More of Rachael Pease’s intricate drawings can be found at .https://www.rachaelpease.com.
Faerie Paths — Fruitful
Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit. ~Anton Chekhov
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Amy Giacomelli
Amy Giacomelli started her career in art in 1988 by joining the Entertainment Industry union as a mural artist.
Over the years she has painted countless murals and backdrops for studios such as Disney, CBS and Warner Bros., as well as lots of independent shops.
Her colorful gallery includes cats, birds, flowers, dogs, landscapes, and other subjects that burst with color and imagination.
For Amy, color is at the core of her style.
She does a fabulous job of conveying emotion and movement through vibrant shades, well mixed to create bright and beautiful pieces.
Often depicting nature, her work draws inspiration from real life, while translating it into more abstract expression..
With a background in painting murals, it should be no surprise that Amy enjoys large pieces, sometimes broken up into multi panel works..
More of Amy Giacomelli’s work can be found at https://amy-giacomelli.pixels.com/ and https://www.etsy.com/shop/AmyGiacomelli.
Faerie Paths — Golden Tree
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a Golden Tree …
― The Lord of the Rings
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A beautiful evening for beautiful images!
Last October I created a Sunday Evening Art Gallery in here called Trees (http://wp.me/s1pIBL-trees).
And since it is Spring, and trees are budding and blooming, I have opened a new gallery in THE Sunday Evening Art Gallery called….yes….Trees!
Come and see the diversity Mother Nature shares in the form of Trees.
https://sundayeveningartgallery.wordpress.com/2015/04/29/trees/
Sundy Evening Art Gallery — Trees
The beauty of Fall brings trees into the spotlight. The glory of golds and reds and browns dazzle the eye and the heart. But there are other incredible sights that we call trees.
The poet Leonora Speyer says:
The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
And so the usual becomes unusual. Or is it the other way around?
Never underestimate the beauty of nature. She will fool you every time. She doesn’t need golds and yellows and reds to be breathtaking.
A step back into time, or a step forward — these magnificent entities will be here long after you and I are merely memories.
Sunlight, Rain, Shadows. They forever endure.
Of course, Joyce Kilmer said it best:
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Humoring the Goddess 