when i was in elementary school we had a willow tree in our back yard that i would climb. it had the perfect brach to sit on and i'd rest my back on the tree's trunk. i'd stay up there for hours at a time just thinking while watching the clouds pass overhead. sometimes i'd climb up with a good book to read. it was heavenly. i loved that willow tree and i really got the feeling it loved me, too. i can't read shel silverstein's the giving tree without immediately thinking of my tree...
a few years ago i made a digital drawing of willow branches. just a few simple lines were enough to capture their gracefulness:
willow branches. digital drawing
it's rather like today's textile drawing, don't you think?
4.23.2013
the dance of willows
slow waltz in the warm spring breeze
leaves sip from the creek
slow waltz in the warm spring breeze
leaves sip from the creek
but, truth to tell, i didn't think of the first drawing until the second one was completed.
it must be that this image of dangling willow branches is somehow hardwired in my brain.
i wonder what else is in there just waiting to be rediscovered...
: : karen anne
p.s. the black and white printed fabric i used is handprinted cotton by Julie Booth
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