Yesterday was a very quiet, sunny, lovely day. We were able to take the dogs for the longest walk yet and they were ecstatic. Ft Ben State Park, where we usually walk, has a number of large trees that always draw my attention. When I see them a name always pops into my mind. One of them is old, broken and weathered. It has a large hole where it has lost a large limb or part of the trunk. This area is decaying and falling away. I call this tree the old warrir because I envision an old, scarred warrior looking out of his cloak. His face is in deep shadow and full of wisdom, pain and knowledge. Last fall I took some digital photos of the tree which is still alive and covered with leaves and sits in the middle of smaller trees which protect it like an army.
I have always wanted to draw or paint this tree. Yesterday I finally did a drawing using my three recently discovered gray markers and a couple of black markers with differing tips. I don’t think I will paint this but I may do another graphite or charcoal drawing. Black and white seem to capture the age and dignity I feel when I look at my friend.
As we watched the pre-Oscar shows last night I was antsy and, while looking through a magazine published by the Indiana Historical Society, saw several reproductions of old sepia photographs. I liked the satisfaction in this woman’s rather unusual face. She was looking down at a violin in the lap of a husband or brother. All-in-all a productive day.