It is surprising what one can miss when one is distracted. For the last few weeks I have regularly being visiting St Martin's Hospital in Bath, travelling there by bus. By the hospital bus stop there is a churchyard and I had registered the fact that there was a row of Horse Chestnut trees running alongside the boundary wall. What I had NOT registered- being preoccupied either about getting to the hospital or about when the next bus was arriving- was that these trees had the most fantastic barks that were like wonderful works of art. So here are some of them:
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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