Pussy Willows- the furry catkins of the Willow trees- have universal appeal. Like fluffy fledgelings and baby animals they melt our sentimental hearts. Down by the River Avon they grow in abundance and are certainly one of the early signs of Spring.
An Artist- and child of Artists who were mad about trees- I have always been mad about trees. The stories of my involvement with trees will gradually emerge- that is the purpose of the blog. I get such intense joy from the visual experiences of my surroundings- amazing trees/ birds/ flowers/ landscapes/ seascapes/ buildings- that I want others to experience that joy too.
After living with British trees all my life, I was overwhelmed with the beauty and strangeness of the trees in Santa Monica when I first spent some months here in 2004. I immediately wanted to make a home in Santa Monica in order to translate these trees into Art. That’s what I have been trying to do ever since, as I travel backwards and forwards between the US and the UK.
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