|Crossed sticks January 2016|
A few weeks ago, I started collecting sticks and branches that were strewn across the snowless ground. And I discovered a small world in each one. The crevices, lichen, broken parts, and holes have tales to tell of leaves, insects, birds, and squirrels--of what it feels like to be part of a tree. They are great to draw although at first they look, well mostly brown, dull, and past their prime. Then you pick up your pencil and begin to look for angles, bumps, y-shapes, peeling bark and you start to draw. What had seemed to be a simple form reveals itself, and once again, I am awed by the complexity of nature and of forms themselves. I think of David Morrison, an amazing artist, whose recent gallery show was called “Sticks” and included his exquisite drawings of, you know, sticks. He inspired me to go back to playing pick up sticks, a game I enjoyed as a kid, but with a new and different goal.