Past and Painting

Driving back from the Big Basin Park, I saw sunlight streaming through the Redwoods. The moment and angle have to be just right to catch a low morning Sun below the towering Redwoods. It reminded me when I was in my early teens and very far from this moment in space and time, I  painted something similar in a contest, including the depth of trees and curve of the road ahead. At that time, the only trees I knew were stumpy and sick, roads were  red mud. But on the day of the contest, I badly wanted to imagine a world where trees were outsized tall,  plenty, they would swallow me, and I would be lost. I didnt knew such trees existed. I won a prize at that contest and forgot that moment.