As I worked on this canvas I became aware that the near vertical forms of these tree-trunks crossed by the descending diagonals of their foliage had become an image of significance for me. They had started to hold something of a personal sadness that I was having to come to terms with at the time. It was a piece that didn’t easily resolve, that I kept having to return to repeatedly. Far more than is usual for me I was having to tweak what I’d previously thought was a finished picture; that was hardly surprising in view of the meanings that had started to accrue and the difficulty of accepting them.
Acrylic on stetched canvas