Dappled light through the trees of an old growth forest on the edge of the little village of Trumansburg, NY is the subject of this piece. I come to Smith Woods again and again. There is something magical about really old trees. These are some of the smaller, younger ones, in this forest. The light coming through the leaves has almost makes them disappear. I'm trying to get looser with each of these forest pieces, so that they are less literal but still capture the feeling of a specific time and place.
oil on board