It is the part of the summer when we settle into the dreams that have been waiting for us while we were busy doing other things. Between painting and printing, I am lost in the studio and the surprise of the appearance of images and ideas I hadn’t expected nor could have consciously concocted. Yesterday morning I was looking through some photographs and found these trees.
They looked so green to me I could almost smell the air they gave off. It was taken as I stepped off a train in Red Bank, New Jersey. And this made me recall that I went through a period when all my dreams were about green. I do love green and the lushness it brings, especially given the concrete that surrounds us. Perhaps I’m being metaphorical. I don’t know.