Last week I wrote of my enjoyment of the patterns the birds made on Malibu Lagoon. Today I want to write of my fascination with the patterns of Palm Trees, which I have written about previously: I am talking about the very common, skinny, scrawny Washingtonia Robusta that line so many streets in Santa Monica and Los Angeles. My Scottish mother would have described their untidy foliage as "desjasket": but their spindly trunks and their relationships to neighbouring trunks are refined and orderly and I find the subtle differences in these relationships totally absorbing. When I am looking at them through the lens the excitement and tension I experience is something very akin to music- the intervals between them are to me music.
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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