Such a lovely tree
Burnished copper and purple,
I want you to be mine.
Plant you in the garden,
Let your roots entwine
Copper Beech you beauty,
you are so fine.
Copper and bronze
Hanging above our heads,
Shining in the summer sun.
Autumn, your leaves are shed.
Rain, it makes buds swell and leaves unfurl in the spring. We had to wait for it to rain this year. The trees took a while to come into leaf, and although most of the trees in the garden are covered some are just coming out.
I don’t know what to do though, we have a lot of trees in the garden. If you Google map us you can’t see the ground. It does make for a lot of shade!
But that doesn’t mean you can’t grow interesting plants. The ones in the foreground are wild garlic. We also have some new Zealand plants from a plant fair, and tomorrow we should be getting a few Woad plants!
The only unshaded part is South at the back of the garden. Apart from a massive laurel Bush that has turned into a bit of a thug of a tree. Sadly it needs cutting back. I’ve got someone coming to do it just not sure when. What I don’t want to do is disturb any nesting birds.
I will take some photos when it’s tidy? Which might be by autumn!
I’ve done some more to this acrylic on canvas. I have added more definition around the leaves but tried to leave some of the subtlety of colour in other places. It has some sparkle in the paints to give it a slightly frosted appearance as if leaves have piled up, but the face of the druid is emerging from it.
About 16″ by 12″ this is one of my more abstract pieces based on the green man theme.
When I was a child I would sit next to your trunk
Hiding from view being your green screen.
Your roots must run deep down in the ground,
Water running through the earth,
Turning your leaves green before other trees.
Skeleton twigs surround you
Dark evergreen screens you
But only you swirl and wave in the breeze.
Dancing a ballet of soft leaves,
Your dress curves and waves in folds.
Once fully grown with green
Your leaves will make my hiding den again.
Sharp staccato shapes,
Shaded, curled and furled,
Rustling in the wind,
Shadowed and dried,
Veins reduced to lines,
Patterned and patinated,
Crisp and soft,
Tired but ancient,
Light as life has left you…
Remaining skeleton of tree.
She’s almost done. I’m just trying to get a bit more of a 3d effect. I’m liking the more sombre colours but I’m putting a glimmer of gold into this. The face is quite controlled, I’m trying to go for a medieval look. Hope you like it (and the person who has commissioned it)
Red leaves sprawl on the ground. Reddish brown flights of fancy.
Reddish butterflies spin and whirl. Red and yellow stir the air.
Rubera and Ochre and verdant green. Colours of Autumn shape the world. Russet fingers fling outwards.
Brown’s burn to red, fire and gold. Blackened and rotting as cold and rain dampen their crisp outlines.
Give back to the soil, returning to earth. Wilderness and suburbs mashed together, following the floating leaves down stream to the sea.
Life renews, water falls, tree branches lie dormant until warmth returns to rebuild their leaves from the air we breathe.